Chapter 3

No wonder Megan could be so ruthless as to dig up her own mother's grave to frame me.

It turns out death was all a scam.

I sent Theo a text message: "Megan's mother isn't dead. The truth is in the email I sent you."

Whether he looked at it or not was no longer my concern.

The flight was booked for three days later, personally arranged by Arlo.

When Theo returned, he saw me packing my things.

Half of my clothes were thrown away, with a small portion being shipped to South City.

"Why are you starting to pack clothes?" Theo asked with a dubious expression.

I casually replied, "Moving."

He fell silent for a moment, not noticing anything amiss, and continued talking to himself:

"The Quinn family company is in South City. We'll settle there after getting married, so it's good to start packing early."

After saying this, he fixed me with a stern gaze.

"Apologize to Megan's mother as soon as possible. Don't make things difficult for me. How about on the wedding day? What do you think?"

He tossed his phone aside and went to look for his ID card. Today was the day he and Megan were getting their marriage certificate.

He didn't return until late that night. I opened my phone to find a message from Megan pop up.

The picture showed Theo and her wearing matching outfits, sharing a bed.

I closed my eyes, my heart still aching despite my efforts.

I suppressed that feeling and turned off my phone.

Late at night, the phone by my pillow started vibrating every hour. Each vibration was Megan sending me videos of her and Theo to taunt me.

Until early the next morning, when I received a message from Arlo.

"Miss Quinn, the flower has bloomed."

The accompanying image showed a marriage certificate and a pot of vibrant red roses.

I was surprised that he had kept the plant I casually gave him years ago.

Inexplicably, a strange emotion welled up in my heart.

I replied with a single word: "Okay."

I put down my phone and went to pack up my work files on the computer. I didn't notice when Theo had returned.

He was packing his daily essentials: "I'm moving in with Megan for a few days. She's too busy preparing for the wedding alone. Remember to show up on time for the wedding the day after tomorrow. Don't be late."

After saying this, he explained at length that he was just going to help normally and told me not to cause trouble again.

"Mm, I won't go," I said, lowering my eyes.

After last night, my last bit of affection for him had completely dissipated.

Theo looked at my calm demeanor, and a nameless panic swept over him. He suddenly became hesitant.

But thinking of Megan's cloying clinginess, he loosened his grip on his phone.

Genevieve loved him so much, what could possibly go wrong?

Thinking this, he breathed a sigh of relief and no longer lingered with me, disappearing from my sight.

I watched his departing figure and made a phone call.

That evening, a helicopter landed in the square.

A man approached me: "Miss Quinn, the helicopter you ordered has arrived. It will safely transport you to South City in half an hour."

I nodded, then handed him an envelope.

"Deliver this envelope to the wedding venue tomorrow. It's my wedding gift for the bride and groom."