Chapter 2

She coughed softly, turning her face away, "Such a young girl, speaking so boldly."

I found it amusing, "And you, a stunning beauty, still so shy when it comes to love?"

I almost blurted out "a grand lady," but caught myself just in time. That was close.

Honestly, wasn't Aimee like the billionaires in stories, always depicted as having a new partner every week? What was she being so bashful about?

She glared at me, sulking, and said irritably, "What am I, a great beauty, being shy about? I like you, a lot. Who wouldn't be grateful to their savior?"

After hearing that, I calmly nodded, "Hmm, alright."

Savior? Wasn't I just the orphan she was too ashamed to mention? Aimee, truly a lady of the Howard Family, knew how to put on a show.

Seeing my indifferent reaction, Aimee pursed her lips, "Katharine Lewis, you're teasing me!"

Then she turned and walked away. What a fiery temper she has!

"Hey, don't be mad!" I said.

Two minutes later, she returned to the piano room, holding a box.

"What's this?" I asked, curious.

Aimee opened the box, looking down, avoiding my gaze. "Didn't I confiscate your sewing kit a few days ago? I'm returning it now."

It was a handmade scarf inside.

I remembered I had wanted to knit a scarf for Aimee some time ago. But she told me my hands were for playing the piano, not for such tasks, so she took the materials away. I didn't expect her to knit a scarf for me instead.

"It's my first time knitting, don't be too critical." She said, avoiding my gaze, her face slightly flushed.

"Thank you." I smiled sweetly.

Ugh, I hated it. It was really ugly. Who knew which of her subordinates she got to make this?

Aimee stared at me, slightly dazed, her gaze shifting. Then she clasped my wrist, leaned in, and gently bit my lip, "Katharine, I..."

Her breath tickled my face, and I stiffened. I pushed her away, "Your headache isn't better yet. I'll go get the essential oil."

She thought a scarf was going to take advantage of me? Dream on.

Today, the first news about Skia Group was that the head of Skia Group appeared, securing victory in the business battle.

The accompanying photo was of Aimee, looking stunning and fierce.

I had never seen Aimee in a suit before. In the photo, Aimee, restrained by the outfit, looked expressionless, like someone who would utter heartless words.

It seemed she was really leaving.

Friday night, as usual, I played the piano for the children.

Suddenly, a child shouted, "Wow, so many cars!"

"So many people in black!" Another said.

Hearing this, I walked to the window, a bright smile on my face. Finally, the boss decided to show up! This drama was finally coming to an end. Let me see how much I could earn from this role!

A line of luxury cars parked neatly at the orphanage entrance. Aimee, dressed in a white professional outfit, was surrounded by her entourage, who called out, "Miss Howard!"

Even knowing Aimee's identity, I couldn't help but gasp at the sight.

She wasn't wrong; the Howard Family's power was immense, far beyond what an orphan like me could aspire to.

"Aimee, what's this?" I ran out, pretending to be unaware.

Aimee stood across from me, quietly watching. Her eyes, which I always admired for their star-like brilliance, showed no emotion now.

After a while, her voice, as cold as in her messages, said, "Thank you, Miss Lewis, for your care during this time. Consider the bank card a token of gratitude."

A man in black handed over a black card at her words.

My eyes sparkled, and I struggled to control my excitement as I asked, my voice trembling as I asked, "Aimee, what does this mean?"

Aimee didn't speak. A man beside her said, "Miss Howard is the CEO of Skia Group and won't be coming here again. You can consider it a breakup fee."

This was great! Yet, I forced out a few tears, "Aimee, you liar!"

Then, crying, I ran towards the street, tightly gripping the bank card in my hand.

"Katharine Lewis!"

Aimee suddenly called out anxiously from behind and even chased after me.

I wanted to check how much money was on the card. If she followed, wouldn't my true nature be exposed?

So I stopped, turned around, and looked at her with resentment, "Aimee, everything you said and did was a lie. Do you enjoy deceiving me? This scarf is ugly, I don't want it!"

I tore the scarf from my neck and threw it to the ground, "And don't let me see you again."

With money, why should I serve her anymore?

A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes, and her face became as cold as ice. Her slender figure was still alluring in the night.

Perhaps no one had ever spoken harshly to Aimee before. The men in black widened their eyes at my words, not daring to breathe.

Aimee narrowed her eyes, pursed her lips, seemingly holding back her anger.

Was it because a lonely orphan embarrassed her? Did she have to act like she lost ten million dollars? Losing pride to cut ties wasn't such a bad trade, was it?

Actually, as soon as I spoke, I felt a bit cowardly. What if she ordered to take me down now? The kids at the orphanage couldn't protect me.

Aimee pressed her hand to her temple again. It seemed I had given her another headache.

She endured the pain, step by step, to pick up the scarf from the ground. In the darkness, I couldn't see her expression, only hearing her calm voice, "Fine, as you wish."