“What did Daya steal from you? What is it? Could it be a misunderstanding?” Xyla Stoermer asked.

She really was too shocked.

Xyla was very close to Daya Stoermer. Although she was Daya’s aunt, they had a bond like sisters. In fact, they even slept together on the same bed. In other words, Xyla knew Daya so well that she could count the number of birthmarks on Daya’s body.

Well, there wasn’t a single birthmark on Daya.

This was enough proof that Xyla knew Daya very well. How could Daya possibly steal anything?

She had money and power. What else would Daya lack?

The only thing she didn’t have was the freedom of marriage!

“It’s not a misunderstanding. I know this very well!” Alex Rockefeller said with certainty.

“What exactly is it?” Xyla asked.

“This… It’s a little difficult to describe, but I am worried that Daya might accidentally get someone killed after stealing that thing from me. That would be terrible. I must see her,” Alex said.

Based on how serious Alex made it sound,