Twisted Fates: A Game of Love and Retribution

After Helen left, Rachel Foster hesitated, her lips dry as she struggled to speak. "Do you really... not recognize me?"

Kingsly Scott waited, his patience waning. "Miss Foster, you have three minutes left," he reminded her, smile intact yet stern.

Did she really want to know if he had forgotten her? If he didn't remember, perhaps it was for the best.

She decided to drop the matter. "I apologize, Mr. Scott. My boyfriend, Jasper Reed, the head of Silverstone Holdings, has been falsely accused of illegal financing and detained. I hope you can assist us."

Titans Group, the largest real estate group in the city, invested in the prestigious Westwood Heights project a year ago, allowing smaller groups like Silverstone to buy shares. Kingsly, however, showed no interest in helping.

"Mr. Scott, Jasper is innocent. I only ask that Titans Group verify the legitimate funds transfer from Silverstone to 'Westwood Heights.' In return, I will forfeit Silverstone's shares and future profits in the project."

Kingsly glanced at his watch. "That level of profit doesn't interest me, Miss Foster."

"Mr. Scott..."

He interjected, "I sympathize, but I'm a businessman. I won't risk my company for a competitor. Every company has secrets, and I won't expose mine to someone irrelevant. Moreover, Silverstone's collapse would only benefit Titans Group."

His words were harsh but true. Rachel's face paled, her head drooping in despair. "I have no other options..."

Kingsly smiled apologetically. "I don't easily sympathize with others' misfortunes. I'm sorry."

"Mr. Scott..."

"Your five minutes are up. I have other matters to attend to." With a smile, he turned and left.

In the car ride home, Rachel stared vacantly out the window, her face pale. She couldn't dwell on whether Kingsly remembered her; his cold refusal echoed in her mind. She couldn't let Jasper go to prison.

As she entered the villa, Ivy Morgan rushed to her. "Rachel."

Seeing Ivy's worn face, Rachel couldn't bear to add to her worries. "I saw Kingsly Scott."

"And?" Ivy asked, hope and fear mingling in her voice.

Rachel smiled reassuringly. "He's considering helping Silverstone if we hand over the profits from 'Westwood Heights.' He just needs time to organize the accounts."

Ivy's face lit up with relief. "I knew it; heaven won't forsake our family..."