Lucius stood quietly by the floor-to-ceiling window, taking in the whole view of Pinecrest.

Time hadn't done much to him. Four years had gone by, and he still looked as classy and friendly as ever. The only difference was the coldness in his eyes had gotten more intense.

When he heard her voice, he turned around slowly.

Their eyes met, and a flicker of interest crossed his face.

"You're back."

Four years, and all he could muster was that simple line.

"You've changed a lot." He motioned for her to sit, then settled onto the sofa himself.

Bella waited for him to sit, poured him a glass of water, and then took a seat.

"Amelia, are you sure about this?" Lucius looked up at Bella. Her change was significant.

She had gone from a timid little kitten to a strong, independent woman.The fear in her eyes was gone, replaced by determination and calm.

Yep,this Bella was actually Amelia, who had been missing for four years.

If it weren't for some unexpected twist, she might never have come back.

But this time,she had no choice.

"Yes." She pressed her lips together, "Mr. Howard, you know I don't have any other options."

"So, what should I call you?" The smile faded from Lucius's eyes, "Amelia or Bella?"

Amelia was momentarily taken aback. Bella White was the identity Lucius had set up for her, and it was rock solid. No one would ever find out.

"Bella, I guess." Saying the name stung a bit, "If we're gonna do this, we should do it right, don't you think?"

Lucius gave her a cool look but said nothing.

"Oh, by the way." Amelia remembered something and looked annoyed, "I saw him. He probably suspects something."

Lucius took a sip of water, "It's normal for him to be suspicious. He never accepted that Amelia was dead."

Amelia was stunned, shock in her eyes.

Lucius continued, "After you left, I.set up a fake corpse to cover it up,but Chris didn't buy it. He spent a long;time looking for you, even following me and questioning me."

"He really knows how to put on a show." Amelia scoffed.

"Maybe only he knows if it's an act." Lucius waved it off, "Let's not talk about himn. Since you're set on this, stick to your plan. For now,focus on your art exhibition. I'll invite some people over."

Amelia nodded and left.

Downstairs, as she headed to the garage to get her car, she noticed a 3D

billboard on the mall across the street showing a familiar face.

It was Leila.

Four years had passed, and Leila had become a huge star. Even when Amelia was in Zephyria, she heard about her.

Six months ago, Leila got engaged to Chris.

No surprise there.Chris and Leila had been inseparable and madly in love back then.

They would probably get married soon.

But that had limited impact on her plan. Amelia looked away and went to the house she had set up beforehand, not far from Lucius's place, in a nice suburban villa area.

Meanwhile.

"What's up?" Chris's lazy voice came through, sounding a bit impatient.

On the other end of the line, Ryder sounded a bit nervous, "Ms. Ross said she made dinner for you."

"So?" Chris hung up the phone without another word.

He hit the gas and sped down the road.

Thinking about that fleeting glimpse of a figure at the airport, irritation surged through him.

Over the past few years, he had scoured Pinecrest, even traveled abroad countless times. He had often spot figures that looked like Amelia,but up close, it was never her.

Everyone told him Amelia was gone, her remains buried in the Spencer family cemetery, but he didn't believe it. He never even went to the cemetery.

But the figure he saw today was different. It was too similar. Even from a distance, it shook him.

He felt a wave of frustration.

Before he knew it, he was driving through the suburbs, just a mile or two from the cemetery.

Since he was already here, he might as well take a look.

Chris parked the car outside and walked in alone.

Amelia's young, vibrant face was etched on the cold tombstone, with a bouquet of fresh flowers placed in front by some kind soul.

Looking at the photo, Chris felt a pang of bitterness.

Suddenly, he chuckled softly. "Damn Amelia, you fooled so many people.But you can't fool me."

Chris lowered his head, touching the cold tombstone, the figure he saw today flashing in his mind again.

He quickly returned home, and a call came in.

Chris glanced at it,annoyed.

It was Nolan.

"Hey, Chris, did you know Bella White is back? The woman your uncle Lucius is so fond of. He's over thirty and still hasn't married, supposedly

because of Bella, We all want to see her, Why don't you come along?"Nolan's voice was full of curiosity.

"Not interested," Chris was frritated and ready to hang up.

Nolan hurriedly said, "Don't be so quick to decide. After all,she's your future aunt. You should at least take a look. Although she isn't officially scheduled to arrive for another two weeks, I will get to see her tomorrow.Come with me."

"No." This time, Chris didn't say another word and hung up.

The next day at the CanvasCove Art Gallery.

Amelia was directing the workers for the final cleaning.

This gallery was on the ground floor of a downtown mall,taking up a quarter of the floor. The moment one stepped into the mall, it was the first thing that caught the eye.

Before coming back, she had people decorate it for two or three months. It wasn't until last week that she started moving in the paintings she hadn't planned to sell over the years.

She named the gallery.

Outside the gallery.

"Shawn, when did you meet her? She looks so elegant and refined." Nolan was hiding in a boutique across from the gallery, staring intently at the busy figure not far away, expressing his admiration.

A hint of sadness flashed in Shawn's eyes, but he stayed calm, "You know my best friend is Lucius. That's my future sister-in-law. Of course,I've

seen her more than once."

Over the years, Shawn occasionally traveled abroad,visiting Amelia in Zephyria. Each time he went, he noticed her changing more.

The current Amelia seemed like the naturally grown-up version of the competitive, strong, and aloof girl she used to be.

As Nolan said, she was truly elegant and refined, exuding an artistic aura that set her apart from ordinary people.