They ridiculed her for assisting a feeble old stranger, then stood stunned upon discovering his true identity…

Don’t let her escape. What do you think you’re doing? Do you like her? If you like her, she’s yours to keep. Do whatever you want with her.

Stop. Don’t hurt him. Watch out.

Let’s go. You just let them escape? We agreed to make money together. I warned you not to touch James Harrington.

Next time, I’ll end you. Does it hurt? Let me blow on it for you. One last time.

I feel much better now. Okay, that’s enough. Uh, thanks for yesterday.

You’re my employee. It’s my duty to protect you. Just an employee? Mr. Harrington, Amelia Clarke told me you were attacked.

Are you okay? If something had happened to me, could I still be standing in front of you? I said you needed bodyguards. You refused. So eager for alone time with Amelia Clarke? Having your private moment? Alone time? What nonsense.

Don’t you have feelings for Amelia Clarke? You like me. What do you mean I like you? You were the one who liked me first. When did I ever like you? Then why did you tell your grandma that I’m your husband? You even wrote down all my preferences in your little notebook.

If this isn’t love, what is? My grandma misunderstood. Beside, that notebook contains work-related notes only. I note down details for you, Director Fletcher, Charlotte, and Lee too.

Moreover, aren’t you into men? That was just an excuse to reject you. Who needs your rejection? Narcissist. Dare to say you don’t like me? Think whatever you want.

You clearly like me but won’t admit it. Director Harrington, do you like her? I… Of course not. I prefer gentle and caring types, not someone who’s loud and chatty all day.

Director Harrington, the reason she likes you is you fell for her first. Therefore, you’re obviously the one crushing on Amelia Clarke. Are you saying… I’m… secretly pining for Amelia Clarke? If you dare spill this, you’re dead.

I brought food for both of you. Have some first. Isn’t this the gift Director Harrington asked me to prepare for his wife that day? Is there a problem? My husband gave me this.

Seems your husband isn’t that great. This bracelet looks cheap. Mr. Harrington, this bracelet is expensive.

When you asked me to choose a gift from Adam, this bracelet was an option. Mr. Harrington, you don’t even remember what you gave your wife? Mm-mm. All men are the same.

Hey, what’s wrong with Mr. Harrington? You know exactly why. You know I like Amelia Clarke, yet you mention gifts from Adam. You’re more trouble than help.

But your marriage is a sham, and you’re divorcing soon. But she doesn’t know that. Should I explain it to her? Stay out of it.

I’ll talk to her myself. By the way, her birthday is in two days. Prepare a decent birthday gift.

Something better than that trashy bracelet her ex gave. Understood. Wait.

Never mind. With those ugly glasses, your taste is clearly terrible. I’ll choose it myself.

What’s going on here? Cut the act. Don’t play dumb. This birthday gift is from Mr. Harrington.

She’s just showing off. Some people stole Victoria’s position through shady means, even schemed, to get such expensive gifts from Mr. Harrington. Mr. Harrington’s divorcing his wife must be her doing too.

James Harrington, you’re setting me up. You’re so good at gossip. Why not spread it to Mr. Harrington? Let me state again, these are Mr. Harrington’s gifts for his wife, nothing to do with me.

Mr. Harrington’s divorcing his wife. Why would he buy her all these gifts? Exactly. She’s making excuses out of guilt.

Mr. Harrington’s divorcing his wife for her. Soon she’ll be the future Mrs. Harrington of Harrington Industries. I have a wild theory.

Could it be that Amelia Clarke is Mr. Harrington’s secret wife? Impossible. Are you serious? Amelia Clarke? She’s unworthy. This is my husband’s phone.

Why do you have it? Because your husband’s in my bed. The voice on the phone sounds just like Amelia Clarke’s. I sent Mrs. Harrington to catch Amelia Clarke, but she never showed.

If Amelia Clarke is Mrs. Harrington, everything makes sense. Fine. I’ll test this again.

Let me see if you’re really Mrs. Harrington. Mr. Harrington, was the gift on my desk from you? Well, isn’t it better than that tacky bracelet your husband gave you? Listen, these gifts were carefully chosen just for you. I don’t want them.

Take them back. Why not? Don’t you like them? If you don’t, I’ll get you new ones. What are you trying to do? I said I like you.

Don’t you feel anything for me? You smell amazing. Stop it. Do I like him? Maybe.

But I won’t be the other woman breaking up a family. You’re married, Mr. Harrington. And I have a husband.

We’re not single and available. Let’s keep our distance. As for the gifts… Give them to your wife.

She rejected your gifts? Yeah. Told me to pass them to you. She’s obviously jealous.

Did you tell her we’re fake married? I don’t know how. By the way, if you want those gifts, come to Harrington Industries. No need.

You’ve given me enough already. I can’t accept more. Besides, these are for her.

Wait. Harrington Industries? What a coincidence. What are you sneaking around here for? Nothing much.

What are you up to? Hi. Just doing what you wanted. Chatting warmly with my wife.

What broken door? Cheapskate. What’s wrong? What happened? Why did you hang up suddenly? It’s nothing. Got scolded by my stingy boss.

Seems like every time we talk, you end up mentioning him. If you really hate him that much, come work at my company. Actually, I don’t hate him that much.

So you like him? Well, maybe a little. Looks like we’ve both fallen for someone we shouldn’t. President Harrington, the money tree.

I’ve got something to handle. Gotta go. President Harrington, the leaves on that expensive money tree you bought.

Amelia Clarke is almost plucking all the leaves off. Amelia Clarke. Looking forward to meeting you, Madam Harrington.

I’ll find out soon. The mysterious wife of Mr. Harrington. Is it really you? Amelia Clarke.

Didn’t we agree to divorce in seven days? There’s still three days left. Why the rush? You invited me to the cafe. Let’s just meet and talk face to face.

Hello? Hello. Was someone at the door earlier? There’s a lady on the phone outside. Wasn’t it you who arranged this? Then who… Oh.

That mistress from last time. In three days, we’ll meet at number six Elmwood Road. First accompany me to see Grandpa.

After explaining the situation to him, we’ll go to the County Clerk’s Office to divorce. Fine. See you in three days.

I’m still curious about what his mistress looks like. Should we go take a look? No way. Last time I was mistaken for a homewrecker.

They beat me up pretty bad. Maybe next time. She still managed to get away.

In three days, I’ll be single again. Amy. What is it, Grandma? That boss who brought you home last time.

He seems to be downstairs now. Maybe he needs something from you. Mr. Harrington is downstairs.

Grandma, please go back inside. I’ll go check on him. What are you doing here? How did you know I was here? Obviously, my grandma saw you from upstairs.

What do you really want from me? Amelia Clarke. I love you. I know you feel the same.

Why can’t we be together? We’re both married already. I won’t become a homewrecker who destroys families. You’re not breaking up my family.

My marriage is fake. I only did it to appease my grandfather and secure the family inheritance. Found a contractual spouse.

We only met on our wedding registration day. I don’t even remember her face. A sham marriage? That’s exactly my situation.

Give me three days, okay? I’ll finalize the divorce with her. Wait, hold on. This is too much to process.

My husband and I are in a sham marriage, too. Did you used to be called Isabella Weston? Did you change your name before? I never changed my name. I’ve always been Amelia Clarke.

At least now I know. We’re both in fake marriages after we both get divorced. Let’s be together.

Hell must be freezing over. What is it? Mr. Harrington, you asked me to investigate the drugging incident. It was indeed Victoria’s doing.

Bring her to my office. Understood? You wanted to see me, Mr. Harrington? You’re the one who drugged me, aren’t you? It wasn’t me. I didn’t do it.

Did that Amelia Clarke poison your mind against me? I called you here not to listen to your excuses. I overheard everything…