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Tracy stepped into the beautifully cool room, still stunned by her mother, Mrs. James’s sudden acceptance of Bryan. “Such a lovely home!” Mrs. James exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise. “But I’m still confused. Why did the Crestview CEO give you this? Are you really his mistress?” Her brows knitted together in concern. “Mom, you know I would never do that,” Tracy replied, her voice steady and firm, determination flashing in her eyes. “I love Bryan.” Mrs. James nodded thoughtfully, a hint of skepticism lingering. She turned her gaze to Bryan, her expression shrewd. “I suspect you might be behind this. You think your husband has connections with Crestview and put in a good word for you.” Bryan scoffed at the suggestion, choosing to remain silent, arms crossed over his chest. Tracy