"Hi, Mr. Spencer, I heard you bought my painting 'Moonlight.' Thanks a lot." Amelia smiled, standing quietly behind Chris, watching his back.

It had been four years since they last saw each other.

He had changed, yet somehow he hadn't.

He was much thinner now, standing there like a cool protagonist straight out of a comic book.

"Just a verbal thank you?" Chris turned around slowly, a dangerous glint in his deep eyes.

Amelia's gaze turned cold, her demeanor calm, "So, what does Mr.Spencer want?"

Before she could finish, Chris started walking towards her, his eyes locking onto hers like he was trying to see through her soul.

"Why did you avoid me that day?" He suddenly changed the topic, "It's been years, and your driving skills have improved a lot. Did you learn from Shawn?"

Amelia smiled faintly, "I don't understand what you are talking about, Mr.Spencer."

Chris had already walked up to her, but he didn't stop. He kept approaching,forcing her to step back.

The polite smile on Amelia's face disappeared, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes, "It seems Mr. Spencer doesn't truly appreciate my painting and is just using it as an excuse to humiliate me. I have no idea

how I offended you. Why don't you just tell me directly?"

The next second. Chris suddenly stepped forward, grabbing her shoulder.forcing her to meet his cold, sharp gaze.

Their eyes met, and Amelia's eyes were full of impatience,"Let go of me!"

But she couldn't escape.

Chris stared at her, speaking word by word, "I knew you weren't dead,Amelia. What are you pretending?"

Amelia's heart tightened, almost making her lose her composure.

But she laughed. "Mr. Spencer's fiancée just caused me trouble, and now you're here too. It seems neither of you plans to let me go. Did I do something wrong?"

Amelia looked at him with a half-smile, her gaze unwavering.

"My patience is limited." Chris suddenly pushed her. She was unprepared.stumbling back several steps, almost falling until her back hit the wall.

"You're with Lucius?" He seemed to sense a change in her aura, "It's only been a few years, Amelia, and you're still a hussy!"

Amelia's heart tightened abruptly.

Hussy?

She didn't expect that after alI these years, he still saw her as despicable.

Amelia sneered, "I thought Mr. Spencer was truly as noble and self-restrained as people say, but I didn't expect you to be such trash."

Although she was in a lower position, she seemed to become the dominator of their relationship, glancing at his pale face, "I really feel sorry for your ex-wife. She's dead, and yet you still humiliate her like this."

"You..."

"I'm Bella White, not Amelia. Mr. Spencer, please mind your manners."Amelia quickly crouched down, escaping from his grasp.

"Stop!" Chris took a quick step and blocked her, "I'lI give you one last chance, Amelia. Don't force me to get physical."

Amelia crossed her arms, a contemptuous smile on her lips, "I had no idea there were men who would get physical with women. It seems Mr.Spencer doesn't live up to his reputation."

She turned to leave, "I won't sell my painting to someone as low-class as you, Mr. Spencer. I don't think we will meet again."

It wasn't until her figure disappeared that Chris finally looked away. Well played, Amelia. You sure know how to keep people on their toes. If that's what you want, I'll play along and see who can keep it up the longest.'

Ryder walked in, holding a file. "Mr. Spencer, I've got the info.She's Bella White. No known parents. She grew up in an orphanage with Lucius until she was ten. Then Lucius got adopted by Mr. Victor Spencer. She vanished for thirteen years. Two years ago, Lucius found her in Zephyria, and by then,she was a painter."

Ryder's yoice was steady, but there was a hint of helplessness.

Chris took the file and read through it carefully, not missing a single detail,and gradually felt more agitated.

"Mr. Spencer, she isn't Mrs. Spencer," Ryder reminded cautiously.

Chris shot him a cold glare, making Ryder shiver and not dare to say more.

But he couldn't stand it anymore.

Over the years, he knew better than anyone what happended..

Chris seemed indifferent, but he was deeply trapped in past memories,unable to move on, suffering from severe sleep disorders. Even after more than a year of treatment, he still needed sleeping pills to fall asleep.

Several times, Ryder had been by his side and heard Chris sadly calling Amelia' in his sleep.

"Ryder, you've seen her, more than once." Chris looked up, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, "Don't youa realize that Bella is Amelia?"

Ryder felt particularly troubled.

He wanted to lie, but he couldn't.

He couldn't lie when faced with the truth. Bella was a well-known painter and Lucius's girlfriend. How could she be Amelia?

"Mr. Spencer, think about it," Ryder mentioned carefully, "If she were Mrs.Spencer,how could Mr. Howard be with her and help her with today's art exhibition, introducing her to the crowd?"

Chris was stunned.

Yes, he knew Lucius's character.

But still, deep down, he felt that Bella was actually Amelia.

"I don't believe it." After a long silence, Chris opened his eyes, and a flash of unwillingness quickly crossed his gaze.

"Go find Leila," he said.

In less than twenty minutes, Leila appeared in front of him.

She had changed her clothes, her eyes filled with unease, "Chris, were you here just now?"

She cautiously probed, afraid that Chris would be angry at her actions.

"Yes, I saw everything you did." Chris slowly looked up, his gaze as cold as ice.

Leila's face turned pale, her voice trembling, "Chris, I just heard she was a great painter and wanted to have a visit. I meant no harm."

Subconseiously,she still thought Chris loved Amelia and didn't dare to overstep.

"Who do you think she is?" Chris asked, his eyes filled with scrutiny.

Leila paused for a second, then immediately realizing that Chris wasn't blaming her.

"I think she looks a bit like Amelia, but not really. Amelia was like a coward,but Bella dared to embarrass me in public. She has a bad temper."She pouted, still observing Chris's expression.

He remained silent.

Leila continued, "Besides, if she were Amelia, how could she be with Mr.Howard?"

Chris's gaze suddenly became sharp, "You can leave now."

Leila quickly stepped forward, wrapping her arms around his, "Chris, have dinner with me tonight. I've waited for you so many times. Have you forgotten we are already engaged?"