At Sinir Tower:

"Tristan Sinir’s Wife’s Identity Exposed!"

Tristan frowned as he read the news headline, shaking his head slowly. He looked up to see Max standing before him.

"Can’t youe up with a better headline?" Tristan asked.

"Boss, this news immediately became the number one trending topic on all news pages and social media," Max exined. "Isn’t this what you wanted? To attract their attention?"

Tristan didn’t respond. Instead, he ced the iPad on the table, stood up, and walked to the ss wall behind him, gazing out at the busy street below with his hands in his trouser pockets.

"Do you want me to delete the news, Boss?" Max asked, confused by Tristan’s silence.

Still not receiving any reaction from Tristan, Max continued, "Boss, I put a young Madam’s old picture in the article, so maybe not many people will recognize her. If you’re worried about it—"

"That’s not what I’m worried about. They’ll immediately know her because you included information about her as Quantum Capital’s CEO," Tristan said, turning to look at Max with a thoughtful gaze. "I just don’t like the title, that’s all. Anyway, you did a great job. You can go now. Make sure our n goes smoothly."

Max frowned, scratching his head, wondering why Tristan disliked the title. Still, he nodded, "Okay, Boss. I’ll take care of it..." he said and left the room.

Tristan looked outside again, thinking about his n to capture the person still trying to find information about his wife. He deliberated over releasing this news to lure them out of hiding.

***

At Tristan and Be’s residence:

Be sat behind herptop, on a FaceTime call with her best friend Harper, who was in New York.

"Girl! I’m so happy for you. Tristan finally dared to release his marital status," Harper said after reading the news Leo had sent her.

"Yes, thanks," Be faintly smiled at her.

"Are you okay with that? The media andizens will hunt you down. They’ll try to find you and do an interview..."

Be already knew the article would be released today. Tristan had told her to avoid the inte because he was slowly releasing information about his status as a married man.

She wasn’t surprised when Aunty Noora and Harper expressed concern. She was well-prepared.

"I know, my husband released all the articles. But with so many about me, I decided not to go online or check social media. I’m fine with that as long as they don’t know my real identity," Be replied calmly while sipping her orange juice. She didn’t notice Harper’s raised eyebrow upon hearing her words.

"Oh my gosh, Girl, don’t tell me... you didn’t know about it?"

"Know what?" Be asked after cing her empty ss on the table and returning her gaze to Harper. She was surprised to see her expression. "Huh!? What happened? Why do you look so shocked!?"

Harper couldn’t help but chuckle when she realized Be was clueless.

"Looks like you didn’t read the new articles uploaded two hours ago."

"Huh, there are new articles?"

"Go check the inte now," Harper said as she excused herself to bed. It was almost midnight where she was, and she needed to rest.

Be wasn’t concerned about the articles about her; she was more curious about Harper and Sean’s rtionship.

"Harper, why are you in such a rush? Please, talk to me for a few more minutes, huh!?"

Harper yawned and looked at Be on herptop screen, raising her eyebrows slightly as she asked, "Can we talk about it tomorrow? I’m so sleepy—"

"I believe your sleepiness will vanish once you hear what I say," Be giggled.

A few days ago, after returning from the Spencer family house, Sean warned her not to tell Harper anything about their conversation, so she canceled her FaceTime call.

But today, she couldn’t wait any longer to ask Harper about it and tease her.

"If you want to talk about Jack, forget it! I hate him—" Harper said with a shrug and another yawn.

"Are you two fighting?"

"No. But he’s in a mess now. He wants to divorce his wife, and he bothers me almost every day talking about it. I might end up in the ER if he keeps talking about that... How annoying!"

Be was stunned to hear that. She never imagined Jack would divorce his wife; he loved her so much.

"Wow, this is big news! And why didn’t he say anything to me?"

"I dunno!"

"I’ll call himter," Be said, refocusing on what she wanted to ask, "Harper, I’m not talking about him. I just wanted to ask you... how’s your progress with Sean?"

Harper’s sleepy eyes suddenly widened, and her mouth formed an "O." She was surprised by Be’s question. How could she know about it?

"Did Sam tell you?" Harper asked.

Be smirked, "So, Sam knows too? Who else knows?"

Harper swallowed, still shocked that Be already knew about her and Sean.

"Damn! Does everyone know except me? Oh my gosh! You’re a heartless friend, Harper Reed. I’m disappointed in all of you."

Harper suddenly froze upon hearing Be’s scolding.

"Wait, wait, Girl. So you didn’t hear about it from the three of them!?" Harper asked.

"I didn’t hear it from them. I heard it from Sean."

"FUCK—" Harper instantly covered her mouth, utterly shocked.

Beughed, enjoying Harper’sical expression, her eyes widening as if her eyeballs would pop out. She didn’t say anything immediately, savoring Harper’s shocked reaction momentarily.

"Be-Be, se-seriously, you... I mean, he told you about us? I mean, about me and him!?" Harper finally managed to calm her fast-beating heart. She felt like she might end up in the emergency room for sure. This was too shocking for her.

"Do you want to know what we talked about?" Be asked.

Harper nodded vigorously, "YES, PLEASE, Be. Tell me every word he said to you. And the tone he said it."

"Ugh, what should I do now...?" Be pretended to be confused. "Sean forbade me to tell you anything. But since I slipped up, I’ll tell you..." She paused momentarily, smiling meaningfully at her.

"WHAT? Damn! Girl, why do you make me so curious?" Harper narrowed her eyes on Be.

"I just want to say... prepare your suitcase. There is a big chance you might return here before November!"

Harper was confused by her words. "What? What do you mean by that?"

"That’s all I can say, Harper. And please, don’t tell him about what we talked about. Good night, Harper Reed!"

Be waved at herputer screen before disconnecting the FaceTime call without waiting for Harper to say anything.