Night deepened.

Luna Valentine pushed open the front door and gently placed the DNA test report on the coffee table.

Vincent Valentine snatched the document, his eyes scanning each line of data like a laser.

When he reached the conclusion—"50% genetic match"—his eyes lit up instantly.

"Well, well!" His fingers trembled with excitement. "That boy is actually a Sullivan!"

Gwendolyn Valentine took a delicate sip of tea. "To be precise, the eldest legitimate son of the Sullivans."

Vincent rubbed his hands together eagerly. "Who cares about birth order? Our Luna has struck gold!"

Luna lingered at the staircase, her brow furrowed.

She turned to leave but was stopped by her father's voice.

"Luna, come here." Vincent patted the sofa. "We need to talk."

Reluctantly, she sat down.

"Get Shane to return to Sullivan Group," Vincent said bluntly. "The heir of the Sullivans shouldn't be wasting time on archaeological digs."

"He loves his current job."

Vincent scoffed. "Passion doesn't pay the bills. As the Sullivan heir, no one would dare mention his... past activities."

Luna shot to her feet. "Our relationship doesn't need these schemes."

Watching his daughter retreat upstairs, Vincent pulled out his phone and dialed Victor Sullivan's number.

"Chairman Sullivan, about the children—"

A hearty laugh interrupted him. "I was just about to call you!"

On Saturday evening, the Valentines settled into the Sullivans' stretch limousine.

Vincent stared grimly at the passing scenery.

As the yacht docked, a biting sea wind howled.

Gwendolyn tightened her shawl, her heels clicking sharply against the wooden pier.

Victor Sullivan greeted them in casual wear, beaming. "Shall we tour the estate first?"

The "quick tour" lasted forty minutes.

By the time they returned to the dining room, Gwendolyn's lips had turned violet.

Under the crystal chandelier, Audrey Sullivan stood in a crisp white blouse and black trousers—every gesture radiating elegance.

Gwendolyn tugged self-consciously at her evening gown.

"Meet my daughter-in-law, Sophia Laurent," Victor announced proudly. "An internationally renowned art restoration expert."

He turned to Vincent. "Which department did you say you worked in again?"

Vincent's face darkened.

Audrey stomped hard on Victor's foot under the table.

"Ow!" Victor yelped—yet somehow maintained his smile.