Imogen paved a smooth road to success for Archie, even transforming him into the esteemed son-in-law of the Russell family. The more she considered this, the more terrified she became. If not for her recovered eyesight, revealing Archie's ambition and sordid affair with Johanna, she might still be blissfully unaware, a pawn in their game. Thankfully, she met Felicia.

Imogen blinked, concealing her hatred and murderous intent behind a docile, frightened expression. "Archie, no," she said anxiously, "I've always trusted you!"

"Then won't you give me the seal? Are you afraid I'll take it all for myself?"

Archie sighed theatrically, feigning disappointment. "Forget it. Since it belongs to the Russell family, I won't touch it."

Imogen panicked, grabbing his hand. "Don't say that! We're husband and wife. What's yours is mine, and what's mine is yours! If you want the seal, I'll give it to you!"

She pointed to her vanity table. "In the third drawer, there's a small button-shaped decoration. Turn it once, and a hidden compartment will pop out. The seal is inside."

Archie's heart pounded. After maintaining his charade for so long, he had finally obtained the seal's location. His patience had paid off! He felt smug; this foolish old woman loved him unconditionally. A little sulking and emotional manipulation, and she had spilled everything.

Eagerly, Archie went to the vanity table, following Imogen's instructions precisely. He found the button-shaped decoration—a well-hidden spot he'd searched countless times without success. If Imogen hadn't revealed it, he never would have guessed this seemingly decorative trinket was a secret mechanism. With a click, a small compartment opened, revealing a red and black seal nestled in silk.

Atop the seal was an exquisite, translucent pearl, shimmering with a rare luster. Its type might be difficult for the untrained eye to identify, but its incredible value was immediately apparent. Four intricately carved golden dragons supported the pearl, their craftsmanship exuding majesty and dominance. The red imprint bore the complex, ancient pattern—the official mark of the Russell family.

This seal granted access to the vast fortunes held in banks worldwide under the Russell family name. Consolidating the family's subsidiary companies would be effortless.

Overwhelmed with excitement, Archie messaged the contact saved as "Sir" on his phone. He needed Pete's assistance to purge the Russell family's subordinates and assume control. Pete's reply was a single word: "Okay."

Archie's anxiety vanished. He laughed aloud, already envisioning himself at the pinnacle of power and wealth. Confidently, he took Johanna's hand, kissing it affectionately. "Johanna, I'll make you the happiest woman in the world!"

Johanna felt touched and excited, nodding vigorously. Then, glancing at the dumbfounded Imogen, she sneered. "Archie, now that we have what we need, what should we do with this old woman?"

Dropping all pretense, they spoke openly and brazenly. Imogen stood stunned, her face a mask of shock and confusion. Her vacant eyes were lost and helpless. "Archie, Johanna...what are you talking about? I don't..."