An hour later, Briony and James stepped out of the tea house and climbed into their car. The white Range Rover pulled away from the curb, blending into the soft hum of the city.

Meanwhile, on the second floor of the tea house, behind the closed doors of a tastefully modern private room, an elderly gentleman entered. Dressed in a dark suit, the man everyone had called "Mr. Seven" rose to his feet and bowed respectfully.

"Father Hoffman, the contract's been signed. As you instructed, Ms. Kensington has the largest share."

Father Hoffman took the contract, scanning it briefly. "Did Ms. Kensington make any specific requests?"

"She didn't ask for much—just that her identity as a shareholder remain confidential. Oh, and she wants to bring on a female celebrity."

"Who?"

"Rosita."

Father Hoffman pulled out his phone and dialed. As soon as the call connected,

he relayed Briony's conditions to the person on the other end.

A deep male voice replied, "Whatever she wants, give it to her."

"Understood."

call ended, Father Hoffman slipped his phone away and looked at Mr. Seven. "From now on, Ms. Kensington

nodded, "Yes, sir.

with her former agency and signed on with a new entertainment company-one of

Rosita had once been the top star at her old firm, but after

around. Within days, Bill had secured several commercial endorsements for her,

a week, Rosita felt the thrill of being

she wired

medical bills, started her treatment,

her when she found a free moment. She asked how Lauren's recovery was going;

only scoffed

loud, her tone was

getting

any rumors

health comes

off. "Rosita, are you

don't

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