Under the night sky, by the sea, Niamh had just raised her hand when Jonathan gently tucked a few strands of her hair, which had been tousled by the sea breeze, behind her ear. Niamh turned to look at him, seeing in his eyes an emotion deeper than the ocean itself. With Jonathan's suit jacket draped over her shoulders, she didn't feel the cold at all.
“I saw the patriarch’s real will…” Niamh said, taking a deep breath.
“I know,” Jonathan nodded. He had seen the real will, too—the one displayed on the massive screen at the awards ceremony that night. Although the surveillance footage Niamh had used to bluff Ramona was fake, the will itself was the genuine article they had obtained from Wade.
“I just don’t understand… why would the patriarch do that?” Niamh asked, facing the churning sea as if talking to herself. Even before she had the real will in her hands, she had wondered what kind of inheritance the patriarch could have possibly left her that would drive Ramona to risk murder to alter it. But when she finally saw the contents, she was still stunned.
The will she had heard read at the Quinn estate more than two years ago was almost identical to the real one, with one crucial difference: her name and Ramona's had been switched. In the patriarch's true will, everything related to The Quinn Group and his personal assets—including but not limited to company shares, investment funds, and patent rights—was to be inherited by Niamh. The only thing left to Ramona was The Quinn Group's charitable foundation.
This arrangement baffled Niamh. Outsiders would simply think the patriarch had left his fortune to the true Quinn bloodline, which was perfectly logical. But Niamh knew better than anyone how much the patriarch had despised, even hated, her. It would have been more believable if the patriarch had left everything to Ramona. Back when Wade first read the will, Niamh hadn't been the least bit surprised to learn she was only getting the foundation; she hadn’t questioned Ramona’s inheritance for a second. In fact, considering how the patriarch had always treated her, she felt she shouldn't have received anything at all.
And yet… the will that had sounded so plausible was the one Ramona had forged. The real one handed the entire Quinn empire to her. Niamh couldn’t wrap her head around it. In the patriarch's eyes, she had always been a jinx—a superfluous, troublesome presence. At the Parnassus International Convention Hall, they had put on an act for Ramona and the gawking crowd, having Hayes claim the patriarch had felt guilty and wanted to compensate her. But Niamh had never believed that for a moment.
Before the patriarch passed away, she had met with him one last time at the Quinn family's private residence. Back then, there wasn't a trace of guilt in his eyes, let alone any desire to make amends. If she remembered correctly, he had been dead set on trying to set Ramona up with Jonathan. Thinking back, Niamh suddenly recalled that the patriarch had read her palm during that visit, remarking that her fate line had improved. Could that be it? Did he write the will that way because he thought she could bring good fortune to the Quinn family?

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