Twisted Fates: A Game of Love and Retribution

A magazine once described Kingsly Scott as: "If there is a best in this world, then Kingsly Scott is the best of the best." Kingsly Scott genuinely embodied this accolade in a world where praise is often freely given.

Oliver attempted to reach Titans Group, navigating through multiple layers of gatekeepers, only to be dismissed by an assistant who stated that Helen and Mr. Scott were away on business. Frustrated, Oliver was taken aback by the assistant's audacity.

Seeing Oliver's exasperation, Rachel took the initiative and called Titans Group herself. She patiently worked through the layers until she was connected to Helen.

"Miss Foster, I'm sorry, but Mr. Scott is not in the city for the next few days," Helen politely informed her.

"Do you know when he'll return?"

"I'm afraid not. Mr. Scott's schedule is quite unpredictable."

Not wanting to press Helen further, Rachel thanked her and hung up. She had an idea.

Recent media coverage highlighted Kingsly Scott's new mansion—a sprawling estate featuring a golf course, tennis court, and swimming pool, reportedly a gift for his wife. Rachel decided to try her luck there.

Rachel Foster waited in front of Kingsly Scott's residence for three days straight. She knew that Kingsly, devoted to his wife of three years, would likely check on the renovation progress upon his return. Waiting here seemed more promising than attempting to see him at his office.

She sat in the car, gazing at the villa. Tall, green hedges shielded the interior from view, with cameras and patrolling security guards ensuring privacy. It felt like a modern-day fortress.

Her driver, David, remarked, "Miss Foster, this place must be worth billions, right?"

"Yes."

"Mr. Scott is truly successful. Any parent would be proud to have achieved so much at his age."

Rachel leaned back, her thoughts drifting. She had encountered him twice in the same city; in seven years, they'd been in the same town.

Once, at a traffic light, she glimpsed him in a Bentley. His handsome face bore a resolve and firmness that hadn't been there before. He exuded the calm, depth, and acumen of a seasoned businessman. She knew then that he was destined for greatness.

The second time, she saw him in a high-end boutique, accompanying his wife. He was engrossed in financial news while his wife tried on outfits. When she emerged, his focus shifted entirely to her. The tenderness and affection in his gaze as he wrapped an arm around her waist were unmistakable.

"Miss Foster..."

David's sudden call snapped Rachel back to reality. Looking out the window, she saw a silver-gray Bentley driving past.