Inside the lavish Rolls-Royce, the atmosphere felt unusually stifling. Seraphina glanced sideways at Jason, and her voice was soft as she murmured, "Thank you, Mr. Drakon." Mr. Drakon?! Jason's brow arched faintly, a subtle amusement flickering in his eyes. Clearly, she still hadn't grown used to addressing him as "Jason." That wouldn't do. "I just told them you're my girlfriend," Jason said smoothly, his deep eyes gleaming with faint amusement as he lounged in his seat, watching her reaction with deliberate leisure. "Now, if they find out you're not, what do you think they'll assume?" She froze, her mind momentarily blank. Before she could fully process his words, his low voice continued, almost teasingly. "To avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings, I think it's best we make this relationship look convincing. That way, no one will have anything to say." His calm, measured tone struck like a lightning bolt, leaving her completely dumbfounded. Was she imagining it, or had she just fallen into a carefully laid trap? Girlfriend? Be Jason's girlfriend? The very idea was absurd. She had never entertained such a thought. Not even once. And besides, the fact that Jason was Evelyn's uncle made this whole notion absolutely impossible. If Jason could read her thoughts, he would probably want to pack her up and send her off immediately. Forcing a smile, she tried to maintain her composure. "Mr. Drakon, humor doesn't really suit you." Jason turned his head slightly, his gaze falling on her with an expression that held a faint trace of exasperation, though his lips remained silent. Sometimes, she could be incredibly sharp, yet at other times, she seemed surprisingly slow to catch on. "Call me 'Jason,'" he said straightforwardly. This time, she didn't hesitate. She obediently complied, and her voice was soft and compliant, "Jason." On the way back, she had expected him to ask questions about why she had been there so late, what she was doing, but he never brought it up. Instead, their conversation drifted toward trivial topics, as if the night's events didn't matter at all. He asked about her favorite foods, the games she liked to play, her hobbies, and amusing stories from her everyday life. Not once did he press her about where she had been or why. Seraphina, in turn, didn't ask him why he had coincidentally shown up there. After all, the direction to Heartlake Island from YS Corp was entirely opposite to where they had been. Maybe he has some business in the area. That was what she told herself, deciding not to pry. Smart people never dig too deeply, and they would never push conversations into uncomfortable territory. They both understood this unspoken rule. After all, everyone had secrets they would rather keep to themselves. Half an hour later, the car pulled into Heartlake Island. The gentle music playing on the car's radio was abruptly interrupted by a news report. The crisp, urgent voice of the broadcaster filled the car. "Breaking news: A fire has been reported in the Prima Villa community. The extent of casualties is currently unknown, but we will continue to monitor this developing story." Prima Villa! Seraphina's heart skipped a beat. That was where Myles' villa was located. D*mn it. He must have set the fire to destroy the evidence. Though her expression barely changed, a flicker of cold, murderous intent flashed across her face, and Jason caught a glimpse of that flash of murderous intent. Prima Villa? The name echoed silently in his mind as he processed their destination. Both were lost in their thoughts as the car smoothly came to a halt in front of the villa. Jason stepped out first, moving around to open the door like a gentleman for Seraphina. She exited the car with her usual composed demeanor, her expression giving nothing away. The two entered the house together. As she ascended the staircase, his deep voice drifted from behind her. "Good night, Sera. Sleep well. Tomorrow will be another beautiful day." "Mm." She gave a slight nod and turned to ascend the stairs. Jason stood at the base of the staircase, watching her retreating figure until she disappeared from view. Only then did he turn and make his way into the study. Sitting down at his desk, he opened his laptop, and the screen lit up with an image of a young woman in a striking red dress, standing in the sunlight. She was mid-turn, caught in a candid moment, and her radiant smile was seemingly unaware of the camera's presence. It was clearly a photo taken by chance. Jason's eyes lingered on the screen, his fingers lightly tracing the outline of the woman's face. His voice softened to a murmur, almost as if speaking to the image itself. "What other secrets are you hiding, I wonder?"