It used to be Ines who saw Jessica's potential and favored her, but now, after Mr. Smith had sought Jessica out, every word he said seemed filled with nothing but praise. He, too, regarded Jessica as a rare talent.

Jessica's mere presence had always been an emotional blow to Sheila. Now, to Sheila's dismay, Jessica had become an obstacle in her career as well—not a major one, perhaps, but enough to leave Sheila struggling for air, unable to claw her way back.

The elegant composure Sheila had so carefully maintained nearly crumbled in an instant. The confident arch of her brows quivered as if a string had snapped, her rose-red lips faded into a dull rust, and the easy curve at the corners of her mouth turned into a mechanical, muscle-strained imitation of a smile.

She had arrived for Mr. Smith's interview in such high spirits, never imagining it would end like this.

Timothy's brow furrowed, his eyes darkening with a stormy intensity.

Ines, as Jessica's mentor, might have been biased, loving her protégé's work with a touch of partiality. But Mr. Smith didn't even know Jessica personally; his judgment was based solely on her work. And both of them, independently, believed Jessica had extraordinary talent in animation.

adaptation of *The Grand Canal, Venice*, he'd known she possessed

pursuing a job after seeing that

professional future, yet she had gone behind his back and started plotting

did her animation talent matter? Even if she made a name for herself in that field, could she ever make as much

were enough for both of them.

their son needed

was no way he'd let

was no way Timothy would trust Jessica to work under a man like that-Mr. Smith, whose reputation for romantic entanglements was infamous, whose sense of boundaries and propriety

for that world. He simply couldn't allow

a hobby, he had no objection. But

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