After Charlotte was named the new head of the Griffith family, she threw herself into managing its vast affairs while quietly investigating the death of Cedric—the man crushed by a runaway truck.
Following the trail, she uncovered the truth: the person who’d arranged for the mother and child in the northern town to be killed was none other than Gladys. And the one who had secretly tipped Gladys off? The seemingly upright and imposing Mr. Todd Griffith himself.
Now, with one dead and the other driven insane, Charlotte finally felt she’d given the victims a measure of justice.
She sat in her study, sorting through the Griffith family’s extensive records, all while liaising with Heston’s research center. The new experimental project was scheduled to launch in three days.
Speaking into the phone, she said, “Understood. I’ll be back in the country within three days. Thank you for your hard work.”
Outside her study, the entire Griffith household was abuzz with unrest.
“She’s just a girl in her twenties. Sure, she has the talent to appraise gemstones, but she’s only just arrived at the Griffith estate. How could she possibly know how to run a business as colossal as ours?”
“Exactly! Appraising gems is a gift, but management takes experience. What does she really have?”
As these complaints reached Darren’s ears, he, with over a decade’s experience running the Harrington Group, suddenly felt his skills might finally be appreciated.
He adjusted his tie and, led by the family’s butler, headed to the study to see Charlotte.
In the hallway, he encountered a striking woman standing by the wall. She wore a mask decorated with fresh flowers, her body painted in vibrant floral patterns—at first glance, she appeared almost ethereal.
But when the mask slipped and landed at Darren’s feet, revealing a face ravaged by acid, Darren froze.
The butler stepped forward and explained, “Mr. Harrington, this is Gladys’s flower servant. Now that Ms. Gladys has lost her mind, it falls to the new head of the family to decide her fate.”
Ever since Gladys had been stripped of her title, the Griffith household referred to the madwoman locked in the asylum simply as “Miss Gladys.”
Darren’s expression grew solemn.
Looking at the flower servant, he couldn’t help but remember Shortie, who’d once been kept in a cage…
After a pause, he bent to pick up the mask and handed it back to her before moving on.

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