Chapter 107

Manuel struggled to control his fury, prioritizing eliciting information about Selina from Angel. However, her words left him stunned. "What… What did you say?"

"I only say things once," Angel replied. "Believe it or not, it's up to you."

Selina, uninterested in arguing, departed, leaving Manuel speechless. When he later attempted to find her, she had vanished.

"Selina is Angel? Are you kidding me?" he muttered. "Angel burst onto the scene years ago when Selina was still underage! She was just a middle-school dropout from the countryside. How could she possibly be the world-famous jewelry designer, Angel?"

Manuel desperately sought reasons to deny the possibility. It had to be a lie, a deception. How could his idol, the woman he dreamed of meeting, be his backstabbing, ungrateful sister?

Yet, considering Selina's design, "Shackled Hearts," and its unmistakable Angel style, his heart pounded. If even a sliver of truth resided in Angel's claim… Manuel realized he might have destroyed his own faith.

Selina left the seaside bar, narrowly avoiding a collision with a severely injured Caleb.

"Lydia is a freaking psychopath!" Caleb exclaimed upon seeing Selina.

"Who are you calling a psychopath?" Lydia retorted, appearing behind Caleb with a dangerously innocent smile. Caleb, terrified, fled.

Lydia scoffed. "At least he runs fast," she said, then turned to Selina. "How did it go?"

"I told Manuel I am Angel."

"Honestly, I regret dealing with Manuel's flunkies," Lydia admitted. "I would have much preferred witnessing Manuel's reaction firsthand."

Selina's directness was characteristic. Manuel's desperation to meet Angel had led him to her doorstep; learning the truth must have shattered his world. "No worries, Lydia," Selina said. "I took a photo of his face. I'll send it to you on WhatsApp."

"That's my precious Selina," Lydia replied. "I knew you wouldn't forget me. Love you."

Meanwhile, Malcolm waited on the hotel's open-air terrace, enjoying the sea breeze and cello music, occasionally checking his watch.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," a detached voice announced. Trevon arrived, sat opposite Malcolm, and met his gaze with an impassive expression.

Malcolm's voice was cold. "Mr. Brady, you have a knack for timing."

"Thanks for the compliment, Mr. Weber," Trevon responded. "I've heard about your work from Selina. Thank you for representing her."

Malcolm clenched his jaw. "Is Mr. Brady in any position to call her that? Selina's only contractually married to Mr. Brady, as I recall."

"Contractual marriage it may be," Trevon countered, "but Selina and I are in a phase of mutual understanding during our courtship. Does Mr. Weber, as her elder brother, believe he can dictate her freedom? Surely you're not that despotic and unreasonable?"

Trevon anticipated Malcolm's intent, but took the offensive. He knew Selina belonged to him, and he wouldn't yield.

"Despotic and unreasonable? Do you have any idea how much trouble being my wife could bring Selina?"

"I have confidence in both Selina and myself," Trevon stated. "She'll handle what she can, and I'll help with the rest. Mr. Weber, don't you have any faith in Selina's abilities?"

Malcolm's temper erupted. He threw his coffee at Trevon, who dodged. Malcolm then kicked, but Trevon blocked the attack and countered with a punch.

Even before their contractual marriage, Malcolm knew of Trevon's combat skills, renowned even within the Brady family. Their brief clash scattered the nearby musicians and onlookers.

Malcolm eventually ceased. "Not bad moves," he conceded.

Trevon, composed, straightened his tie. "Much appreciated, Mr. Weber."

"I haven't seen your full potential," Malcolm stated, "but to be Selina's boyfriend, you'd better be more than just brains. That simply wouldn't cut it for Selina."

Malcolm threw a chair, which Trevon caught and sat on. "I'm leaving Clusia tomorrow, Trevon," Malcolm said. "And even if Selina falls for you, don't think you can whisk her away easily. After the Harvey family incident, we won't stand idly by."

"Selina warned me," Trevon replied. "I promise to pass any tests, no matter how difficult."

Malcolm turned to face the hotel manager and security guards, but the manager approached Trevon instead. "Mr. Brady, are you alright?"

"Mr. Weber, you may leave. I'll handle this," Trevon said.

Malcolm, surprised by the hotel's deference to Trevon, silently retreated.

After enjoying herself, Selina prepared to leave, intending to take Malcolm to the airport. As she approached her car, a Maybach with the license plate A.00001 pulled up. Trevon leaned out the window. "Honey, I'm here to pick you up."

Selina smiled, leaning towards the window. "Honey, if I go in your car, what about the Lamborghini I left here?"

Trevon responded nonchalantly, "We have plenty in the garage. You haven't even driven the Bugatti Veyron I gave you yet."

Selina toyed with the Lamborghini keys. "That car's too flashy. I only want to drive it in races. Besides, this Lamborghini is different; it was a gift from Lydia."

"No problem," Trevon said. A hotel attendant arrived, collected the keys, and assured Selina the car would be returned to the Brady manor. Once Selina was in the Maybach, Trevon gently caressed her hands. "Did you enjoy yourself tonight?"

"It was okay, except for some party poopers…" Selina replied. "But what about you? How did it go with Malcolm?"

Trevon grinned. "Nothing gets past my wife's keen eyes."

"Malcolm is hot-headed but dotes on me. He's not unreasonable, just strict… You'd better get used to it sooner or later; the ugly duckling has to meet the relatives eventually, right?"