The wealthy woman stood with her hands on her hips, glaring so fiercely it looked like her eyes could kill. Her heavy makeup only made her face look more twisted and unpleasant. "Come on, Megan, calm down." "Yeah, yeah, don't make a scene. People are watching." The two ladies who came with Megan Walsh stayed much calmer, though their faces still showed disgust. After all, they were here to enjoy a meal at one of the city's top restaurants. Having something like this happen was enough to ruin anyone's mood. But Megan wasn't about to let it go. "I don't care! I want to see your boss right now. Someone has to explain this to me!" The manager, sweating under the stares of the other diners, could only bow and nod. "I-I understand. I'm so sorry, ma'am. Please, come with me." With no other choice, he hurriedly led Megan and her friends out of the dining room.The little drama came to an end. Una looked uneasy. "No way ... did that really happen? A fly in her food?" Tilda shook her head. "This restaurant has been one of the top names in Jeselton for over ten years. Not once has it had a hygiene issue. For a place like this, a mistake that simple is impossible. "From what I know, this restaurant has run in this place for more than ten years without a single health issue. Not once," Tilda continued. "And in the restaurant world, health problems are worse than anything else. They really destroy a brand's image. "They even hire dozens of staff just to check the dishes and tableware before they're served." Una's mouth dropped open. "Wait ... Are you saying she put that fly in there herself?" Tilda gave Andy a look. "What do you think?" "Getting a table at George Madron's isn't easy. Only Jeselton's elite can eat here—status, wealth, and connections all have to line up," Andy said. "People like that don't usually skip the bill or try to smear the restaurant's name. Dropping a fly in their own food? That's almost unthinkable." He paused, then added, "But if there's enough to gain, if the reward is big enough, human nature can turn ugly no matter who you are." Andy lowered his voice. "That woman who caused the scene—her name's Megan. From what I've heard, her husband's company has been struggling. He's got a lover and kids outside the marriage, and he's been secretly moving money around." Una frowned, not quite sure she understood. "Wait ... Andy, are you saying she planted that fly herself just to get out of paying the bill?" "Of course," Andy said calmly. "I'm a lawyer. I wouldn't make a claim like that without being sure." He asked, "Tilda, you seem genuinely interested in her. Do you know her?" Tilda's lips curled into a cold smile. "She's Kyla's real mother." "What?!" Una almost shouted but quickly covered her mouth. Andy's grin widened. "That explains it."Of course it did. Tilda hated the Jensons with every fiber of her being, and that included Kyla. Since she planned to use Kyla to bring the family to their knees, she had already dug into everything about her. That meant even tracking down the parents who abandoned Kyla for eighteen years. "There's nothing to hide," Tilda said. "I've already looked into everything about Kyla. As for Megan ... I don't know if it was fate or coincidence, but running into her here was not something I expected." Her fingers brushed her chin. She looked like she'd just found a new game to play. Kyla's life was already a raging fire. Now Tilda had found the perfect kindling to throw on top. It was the perfect fuel to throw in to keep the flames rising higher. Andy read her expression and spoke lightly. "What did I tell you about Megan? Ninety-nine percent of it is true."Tilda smirked. "Thanks, Andy. That's good intel. I haven't bothered checking on her in ages." If not for today's coincidence, she might have forgotten Megan even existed. It only proved how good her life was now—that she could go this long without sparing a thought for Kyla's parents still hiding out in Jeselton. Una rolled her eyes. "Andy, why do you sound like a doctor with all that ninety-nine percent talk?" Andy seductively touched his finger to his lips and exhaled slowly, his eyes flashing with mischief. "Una, that's called precision." Oh my gosh! Una felt a jolt shoot straight through her chest. She had to admit—Andy was dangerously attractive when he did that. Damn! What an incubus! I almost fell for him. ... After all the drama, Megan finally walked away with a settlement, a shaky truce between both sides.