Whitney’s expression shifted.

As she pondered, there was indeed something within the interlayer! She retrieved it and found a folded note revealing a bank name and a series of numbers when unfolded.

“What’s this now?” She was perplexed.

Cumulus Bank, a local bank, had its headquarters adjacent to the Quimby Group. Due to the Quimby Group’s ownership, it was often referred to as the Quimbys’ treasure.

But what did the series of numbers signify?

She fell into a momentary silence before carefully stowing away the note. Returning to her room, she decided to discuss it with Toby.

The Newhouses’ banquet unfolded as scheduled.

The Newhouses’ hotel was abuzz with activity, hosting the elites of Cumulus City.

Wilfred skillfully played the role of the perfect host.

him, Maisie was the center

had already produced a best-selling book. The film funded by Wilfred was an adaptation of her work, and he had appointed her as the screenwriter—an uncommon opportunity for

both envy

the attendees. “Have you read her

It’s just gibberish.

Mr. Newhouse loves

giggled, intentionally lowering her voice but still audible. “She clings to men to get ahead! It was Daniel at first, and now Wilfred. She’s into older men. She has

sweet. What’s wrong with that?” Someone laughed. “Also, men’s stamina in bed drops as soon as they’re past 35… Maisie gets fame and money, yet she doesn’t have to work hard


Daniel! So that makes him a cuckold. I don’t understand why he’d do that!” Maisie was standing nearby, and

run into. She did not expect to hear something so horrible while waiting for him. She trembled from anger, her face turning

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