Continuing this would definitely affect the studio's reputation. The bodyguards reported the matter to Byron in detail.

After hearing the full report, Byron removed his silver-framed glasses. His pitch-black eyes, sharp as blades, gleamed coldly. "What's her attitude?"

"Ms. Reese was furious, but she only called the police the first day and then did nothing."

Byron narrowed his eyes. "Is that so? Protect her safety. She'll know what to do."

However evil Horace was, he was still her younger brother. Perhaps she wanted to handle it herself.

That night, Horace, determined to get money from Maeve, returned. He figured a few days' detention was nothing to fear; it was better than having no money. This was his second release. He believed Maeve would compromise within two more days, and he'd demand at least double the $100,000.

With this in mind, Horace and his men entered Dreamspace Studio, iron rods concealed in their jackets. They planned something big.

The elevator ascended, then stopped, vibrating violently. It took ten minutes to resume normal operation.

They cursed as they exited, heading straight for the studio. They smashed the glass door with their rods and burst in like bandits, destroying everything in sight. Suddenly, a piercing alarm blared.

They froze, looking around nervously.

"What's going on? Where's the alarm coming from? It wasn't there yesterday!"

"Damn it, let's get out of here!"

At that moment, the sound of a gun being cocked came from the doorway. "Freeze! Hands up! Robbing a jewelry store in the middle of the night? You must be tired of living!"

Jewelry store? Horace and his accomplices paled. "What jewelry store? Isn't this Maeve's studio?" The chaotic scene played out on Theo's laptop. Maeve sat beside him, eating fruit and enjoying the farce.

When she saw the gangsters handcuffed and led away, Maeve remained strangely calm, unsure what emotion was appropriate.

"Mommy, wasn't that too easy?" Canning asked.

"I'm afraid they won't be getting out for three to five years," Maeve said, hugging her son. "It's a shame Will's store was damaged."

Will's face flushed. "Mommy, money's just worldly possessions. We can earn more. Mommy's safety is most important. I still have plenty of money left. It's not a big deal." He felt the store's sacrifice was worth his mother's peace of mind.

Maeve was deeply touched and kissed him. "I love you!" She took a strawberry, fed it to Will, then another to Theo.

Theo looked at her, clutching his chest. "Just one strawberry for me?" he whined.

"Will just had one..." Maeve felt awkward.

"I knew it!" Theo dramatically declared. "That means you love me less! At least two for me!"

Maeve laughed and gave him two strawberries. "All for you!"

Theo happily covered his mouth, guarding his prize. Will looked on helplessly. Initially, he'd worried about his brother's jealousy, but Theo was simply being dramatic.

Theo remembered something and presented Byron's card to Maeve like a treasure. "Mommy, here!" Maeve looked surprised. "Where did you get this?"

"I earned it from the Great Demon King!" Theo said guilelessly.

Will's eyes widened. "How?" He, too, gave his father's money to his mother.

Theo acted mysterious. "Trade secrets! You have to..." Will slipped him a note. "Enough?"

"Not bad. I'll condescend to teach you." Theo smirked.

The boys whispered together for a long time. Maeve found it amusing that Will was so adept at giving money away. How much had he lost to react so readily?

She examined the card, a strange feeling rising. She felt she'd seen it before—in her senior year of high school, near white orchids…

"What happened then?" Maeve wondered. There were no white orchids at her school. How could she have this memory?

Soon, Horace and his accomplices were sentenced to five years in prison and ordered to compensate the jewelry store over $600,000. Horace likely never anticipated Maeve would move the studio to avoid him. The original location was now a seemingly innocuous jewelry store, a mere facade. Horace might have stopped if it were daytime, but criminals often lurk in the shadows.

After Horace's arrest, Scott and Valda's calls bombarded Maeve's phone—more calls than in the previous four years. Finding her new address on Dreamspace's website, they arrived.

Seeing her parents, Maeve was shocked. Four years had aged them over a decade. She was speechless. "Dad, Mom, how...?"

"Maeve, please, let your brother go! He's our only son. Do you want to see us die?" Valda's legs buckled, threatening to kneel.

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