Noelle hailed a cab home, noticing bloodstains on her sleeve only after sinking onto her sofa. A quick change of clothes, then a glance at her phone: Cedric's reply was a curt "Okay." He was a man of few words, unless, of course, he was roasting someone.

That evening, during her livestream, Frank bombarded the chat with virtual gifts. Noelle ignored them, but her fans erupted.

"Isn't that SweetNelly's brother? So generous!"

"I thought she didn't get along with her family! That's a fortune!"

"She's still a Liddell heiress! Even if they're fighting, she'll always have that. I wish I had brothers like that!"

The comments soured her mood. She messaged Frank: "Stop sending gifts."

His reply: "Just accept them. You need the money."

But she didn't need Liddell charity. Frustrated, Noelle ended the stream, immediately contacting staff for a refund. She didn't want a cent.

Frank sighed when he saw the refund. "Does Noelle hate me that much?"

Gordon, the butler, said, "Ms. Liddell's ignoring you out of frustration, Mr. Liddell. She wants Ms. Quigley gone. Only then will she come back."

Frank shook his head. "Noelle's not like that. I neglected her."

"Mr. Liddell," Gordon countered, "Ms. Quigley is innocent. If not for that incident years ago, she wouldn't be an orphan. She's the most innocent one in all this."

Frank felt conflicted. Xenia wasn't entirely to blame, yet Noelle's bitterness stemmed from her. He felt lost.

James entered. "Mr. Liddell, the firewall issue remains unresolved. Ms. Liddell handled that section. She could fix it."

Frank sighed. "She won't even talk to me."

"Perhaps I should speak to her," James offered.

Frank nodded, clinging to a sliver of hope. James called Noelle immediately.

"Ms. Liddell, James Newport, Mr. Liddell's secretary. We've met."

"What is it?" Noelle asked, recognizing him – a past ally.

James explained the software issue at the subsidiary, the threatened cancellation, the urgent need for her expertise.

Noelle remembered the situation from her past life—her quick fix, Xenia stealing the credit, and Frank blaming James.

Hesitantly, she said, "I'm not a Liddell employee. It's not my responsibility."

"Ms. Liddell, you were involved," James persisted.

"That was then," she retorted. "Back when I considered myself part of the family. Things have changed."

Her words reached Frank, making him close his eyes in despair.

James quickly interjected, "How about a part-time job? Market rate. What do you think?"

Noelle didn't need the money, but the project's failure would hurt James. After a moment, she agreed. "I'll come tomorrow."

It was simply returning a favor.