Chapter 70

Ethan Roscente's phone lit up with an incoming call from Victoria Roscente.

"Brother, Sophia fainted." Victoria's voice trembled with urgency.

Ethan's brow furrowed slightly. "What happened?"

"At the International Perfumery Awards today, some woman named AN made Sophia collapse from anger." Victoria seethed. "She bullied me and targeted Sophia too."

"AN?" The name sounded vaguely familiar to Ethan.

"She's the studio owner who stole Julian Cortez's endorsement deal." Victoria practically spat the words.

Ethan's gaze sharpened.

Julian's endorsement had been arranged by Night. Could there be a connection between Night and AN?

"What does AN look like? How old is she?" Ethan asked abruptly.

Victoria sounded offended. "Ethan, Sophia just collapsed! Why do you care about some AN woman?"

"How is she now?" Ethan's tone remained neutral.

"The doctor said it's nothing serious." Victoria answered sullenly.

"Good. Call the doctor if needed." Ethan ended the call without ceremony.

Victoria stared at her phone in shock.

On the hospital bed, Sophia Evans's eyes darkened with resentment. Ethan had been growing increasingly distant lately.

"He must be busy." Sophia forced a weak smile. "Victoria, could you keep an eye out for me? I suspect someone's getting close to your brother."

"That can't be!" Victoria's eyes widened. "Ethan's always been ice-cold toward women."

Sophia squeezed her hand. "Just do this for me, okay?"

"Don't worry, Sophia." Victoria patted her chest. "I'll watch him closely."

......

Ethan stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, pondering the possible link between AN and Night.

He immediately ordered footage from the perfume competition, only to discover the crucial segments had been edited out.

"Get me AN's profile." Ethan called Simon Eisner.

Thirty minutes later, the dossier arrived.

AN - internationally renowned perfumer and fashion designer who rose to fame a decade ago. Her AN Atelier brand dominated the fashion world, with limited-edition designs that commanded astronomical prices.

Ethan's frown eased. Someone famous ten years ago couldn't possibly be the young Night.

Night was barely in her twenties now. She couldn't have been a master perfumer at age ten.

Seeing Night collaborate with Julian had made him suspect AN might be Night's alternate identity. Clearly, they were simply associates.

"Mr. Roscente, the invitation for next week's charity gala." Simon presented an embossed card.

Ethan accepted it. A prominent collector's birthday celebration in the capital, rumored to feature a priceless artifact that had high society clamoring for invitations.

"Clear my schedule." Ethan tucked the card away, his gaze turning contemplative.

Somehow, he sensed this event might unravel certain mysteries.