"Mrs. Blackwood, it concerns Mr. Jethro Blackwood. I felt you should know." Hearing it involved her son, Clara paused. "Come with me." They moved to Clara's spacious SUV. Setting her purse down, Clara looked at Olena. "Speak." Olena nodded but still seemed nervous. Faced with true, top-tier wealth, her confidence always wavered. "Do you know who that woman in the photo with Mr. Blackwood is?" "Who?" Clara's brow furrowed. "Spit it out. I don't like guessing games." Olena didn't dare hesitate further. "Her name is Darcy Gale. She works at a Blackwood Group subsidiary now. Mr. Blackwood presented her award." "Is that so?" Clara replied coolly. "I read online she's quite accomplished, the top award winner. My son recognizing talent is a good thing. And if she's with our company, his presenting the award is perfectly reasonable. I don't see the issue." Olena grew anxious. "If Darcy were a decent, well-behaved girl, I'd have nothing to say. But she's not. To be frank, she almost became my daughter-in-law. But she was indiscreet, flirted with other men. My son was furious and called off the engagement. Who knew she'd jump straight to a Blackwood company? I'm afraid she's had her eye on Mr. Blackwood for a long time, climbing on purpose." Clara was surprised, but she knew her son. He wouldn't play favorites just because of a pretty face. "Thank you for your concern, but you're overthinking. I know my son's character." Olena bit her lip. "I have photos. If you don't believe me, see for yourself if what I say is true." She opened her phone's album, pulling up the pictures she'd prepared—the ones she'd taken from her car that day. In the photos, Jethro had his arm around Darcy's waist, while Darcy looked down, a shy expression on her face. The intimate atmosphere was unmistakable. No one would believe they were just boss and subordinate. Clara was also taken aback. So this is why he keeps dodging the blind dates I set up! He already has someone he likes. But according to Olena, this girl was trouble. Outwardly, Clara remained composed, giving only a slight nod. "I see. Thank you for the heads-up, Mrs. Vance." Olena was bewildered. "Aren't you going to do something? I also know Darcy was meeting Mr. Blackwood alone before she even broke up with my son. The two of them—" "Mrs. Vance," Clara interrupted, her expression calm as still water. "Are you suggesting my son was the other man?" Olena immediately covered her mouth. "N-no! Of course not!" Her expression turned awkward. "I... I must have been mistaken.""Alright. It's late, and we're far from downtown. Head back early." "Okay," Olena murmured, opening the door to leave. "I won't disturb you further. Goodbye." Alone in the quiet car, Clara thought for a moment, then pulled out her phone and called her daughter. She got straight to the point. "Cindy, is it true your brother has someone he likes?" Cindy was stunned for a good few seconds. "Huh? I haven't heard anything." Thinking of her brother and Darcy, Cindy still felt it was a pity. If only those two could be together. Hearing her mother's question now, she found it strange. "Why are you asking this? Who said something to you?" Clara laughed it off. "No one. It's just that he keeps rejecting all the blind dates I arrange. I thought maybe he already had a girl in mind. "Well, if not, I'll just have to set up more for him. By the way, what kind of man do you like—" Beep, beep, beep... The line went dead mid-sentence. Clara shook her head in exasperation. One by one, they're giving me headaches. Her assistant in the front passenger seat turned and smiled reassuringly, "Ms. Silva, don't worry. Your kids are both outstanding and have no shortage of admirers." That touched on Clara's pride. Besides her career, her children were her greatest achievements. Still, Olena's words nagged at her. She had also seen that award ceremony photo online. Frowning slightly, she gave her assistant a firm order. "Look into a woman named Darcy Gale at one of our subsidiaries. Send me a full report." The assistant, Ivy Kross, hadn't been in the car and didn't know about Olena's visit. Hearing the request, she was puzzled. "May I ask the purpose of the investigation?" Clara's eyes narrowed slightly. "I've heard Jethro has been getting rather close to her." Ivy understood immediately. "Understood." As Clara's personal assistant for over seven years, Ivy often knew what her boss wanted with just a look. Now, with clear instructions, she knew the drill—investigate first, then handle the problem. That was always the goal. Meanwhile, elsewhere—