The moment Elaine heard that only Julio held the keys to the study, she was certain that room contained secrets he couldn't risk anyone finding. In this household, Julio was the only person Tyson truly trusted. Obtaining those keys from him directly would be impossible. She would have to find a more natural way to gain entry. By evening, when Tyson returned, he found Elaine wearing an apron and tidying the living room. She looked the picture of a perfect, devoted wife. The surrounding maids stood by awkwardly, not daring to intervene. Tyson’s brow furrowed. "What is going on here? Why are you letting Elaine do this kind of work?" "We apologize, sir. We tried to stop Ms. Elaine, but she insisted on doing everything herself." "It’s alright, Tyson," Elaine said, standing up. "I’m your fiancée, and we’re getting married in less than a month. I need to step into this position properly and look after your home." She smoothed her apron. "Dinner is ready—I’ve prepared all your favorites. I know work has been exhausting, so I brewed some tea for you as well. It’s a bit hot now, so I’ll have someone bring it up once you’ve finished eating." Her words were flawless. Even Julio felt that Elaine’s sudden shift toward such extreme obedience was surreal; in the past, she would never have dropped her haughty socialite act for domestic chores. Tyson said nothing, simply moving to the dining table. Elaine turned to the maids with an air of practiced diligence. "The tea is in the kitchen. Make sure you bring it up to him in a while." "Yes, ma'am." Seeing nothing unusual, Tyson didn't suspect a thing. He finished his meal, put down his fork, and turned to Julio. "To the study. We have a meeting in one hour." "Yes, sir." Hearing that they would be occupied for at least an hour, Elaine knew her window of opportunity had arrived. While Tyson and Julio were in the middle of their meeting, a maid brought the soothing tea into the study. Tyson, feeling unusually thirsty due to the savory dinner, drank it without a second thought. As the meeting neared its end, a sharp pain began to throb in Tyson’s temples."Are you feeling unwell, sir?" Julio asked. "Should I call for a doctor?" Tyson shook his head, confused by the sudden onset of the headache and the wave of lethargy washing over him. At that moment, a soft knock came from the door. It was Elaine. "Is your meeting finished?" Julio walked over and opened the door. "Can I help you with something?" "I noticed Tyson didn't eat much at dinner, so I made some pastries. How is he?" "He's feeling a bit under the weather—" Before Julio could finish, Elaine pushed past him into the study, her face full of frantic concern. "He's unwell? Why didn't you say so sooner? Julio, you've been by his side for so long—don't you know how to look after someone?" She launched into a scathing lecture, leaving Julio unable to get a word in edgewise. "Go and call a doctor immediately," she commanded. "I'll stay here and watch over him." "Yes... of course." Julio had been planning to call a doctor anyway, so he hurried out. The moment the door closed behind him, Elaine’s expression shifted. The frantic worry vanished, replaced by a cold, calculating curve of her lips. She had spiked the tea. Tyson wouldn't be waking up anytime soon. Confirming that Tyson was slumped over the desk in a deep stupor, Elaine moved with lightning speed. She began rifling through the documents on the desk, photographing every contract she could find. Even if she didn't fully understand the legal jargon, she captured everything that felt suspicious. Knowing her time was limited, she began searching the drawers, pulling out confidential files stored in thick envelopes. Suddenly, she heard footsteps. Julio was returning. To prevent him from walking in and catching her red-handed, Elaine let out a soft, sharp gasp. "Tyson! Stop it..." She let out a low, breathless moan that made Julio freeze in his tracks outside the door. "Julio will be here any second," Elaine said, her voice pitched just loud enough to reach the hallway. "Stop trying to take my clothes off!" The awkward silence in the hallway was palpable. Mortified, Julio remained rooted to the spot, not daring to push the door open.