Billionaire CEO’S Mother PRETENDS To Be A Poor Waitress In Her Son’s Mansion To Test His FIANCÉE

Look at this stain, Bola. Spreading right in the center like you did it deliberately this morning.

“I washed that cloth myself last night, madam. It came out completely clean and dry.”

Clean does not spread brown like this. So, either you are lying or you are careless.

“Madam, let me please handle this quietly. We still have 21 days before the wedding.”

21 days, Mr. Ajayi. And this house cannot even keep one tablecloth white for me. Who is this one standing by the stove? Staring at me like she has never seen a bride.

“Good morning, madam. My name is Folake. I started this morning for the kitchen.”

Started this morning and already standing around watching instead of working. Is that how they trained you?

“She only arrived at 6:00, madam. I have not shown her the schedule yet. That is my fault.”

Show her quickly, then. And Folake, understand something now. In this house, nobody stares at me.

“Folake, is that truly you? I have not seen your face since the terrible accident on Ikorodu Road.”

“Simon, please. Not here. Not now. Nobody in this house can know who I really am.”

“You saved my daughter’s life that year, madam. I owe you more than my own salary.”

“Then pay me back with silence. That is the only thing I am asking you for.”

“Nobody will hear it from me, madam, but why are you working as a waitress here?”

“I am watching someone carefully before my son marries her. That is all you really need to know.”

“Your son does not even know you are standing inside his own kitchen this morning.”

“No, and he must not find out anything. Not yet. Not until I have seen enough.”

“Take this apron, Folake, and this schedule. You start with the dining room at 7:00. The madam of this entire house wants breakfast served exactly the way she personally wrote it here. Exactly the way she wrote it every single morning, or somebody loses their job by evening.”

“200 guests are coming, and I want orchids flown in from Abuja, not local flowers.”

“Madam, the imported orchids alone will cost 400,000 naira more than the budget we agreed.”

“I did not ask your opinion on my wedding budget. I asked for orchids from Abuja.”

“Yes, madam. I will call the florist again and confirm the imported order before this afternoon closes.”

“Where is my tea? It was supposed to be here 5 minutes ago, exactly as ordered.”

“Good morning, madam. Your tea is here now. I brought it the way Mr. Ekeh instructed.”

“You are slow, and slow people do not last long in a house preparing for a wedding.”

“I apologize, madam. It will not happen again. I am still learning this whole kitchen schedule.”

“Learning is not my problem. Results are my problem. 21 days does not wait for anybody.”

“The seamstress called about your gown fitting, madam. She wants to move it 2 hours earlier.”

“Tell her no. My schedule does not move for a seamstress. She moves for me instead. That girl has a strange face, like she has seen something before. Watch her closely, Ikay. 3,000 naira is missing from this drawer, and only three people had a key today.”

“Madam, I did not touch that drawer. I have not gone near the pantry this morning at all.”

“Somebody is lying to my face right now, and I intend to find out exactly who.”

“Search my bag, madam. Search my pockets. I still have nothing of yours here at all.”

“I already searched the drawer myself, madam. The money was still there when I locked it.”

“Then explain how 3,000 naira walks out of a locked drawer by itself, Mr. Eke.”

“Madam, please, I have a son at home. I would never risk my job for that.”

“Everybody says that until the money is found sewn inside their own uniform 2 weeks later.”

“I saw the drawer this morning, madam. It was already unlocked when I came in to sweep.”

“Who asked the new girl anything? Stay in your corner and finish the dishes you were given.”

“She is only trying to help, madam, Folake has no reason to lie about a drawer.”

“Fine. Then all three of you keep your full salary this week until that money reappears.”

“Madam, that is simply not fair to Bola. She has done nothing except cook and clean here.”

“Fair is not a word I use in my kitchen, Mr. Eke. Results are what matters.”

“I will find that money myself, madam, before the week ends. I give you my word.”

“Thank you for trying to speak for me back there. Nobody has done that on my first week.”

“I only said what I saw, Bola. The drawer was already open before either of us arrived.”

“She takes money from our pay for things that go missing, even when nobody can prove it.”

“How long have you worked in this house, Bola? Has it always been like this before?”

“Almost 2 years now. And it gets worse every month closer to the wedding, not better. The wedding is only 21 days away. Everybody in this kitchen is counting down to it.”

“Counting down for what, Bola? For the wedding itself or for something else to happen?”

“For it to be over, honestly. One way or another, this house cannot survive another year.”

“Folake, how was your first morning? I only just came to check that you settled in.”

“It was difficult, sir, but I am not going anywhere. I intend to finish what I started.”

“Good. Because this house needs someone who stays calm when everybody else is shouting loudly.”

“Folake, are you absolutely certain you could still walk away before anybody discovers who you are?”

“I saw enough today to know I cannot walk away. Not from this house, not now.”

“What exactly are you still planning with 21 days and an apron nobody suspects you’re wearing?”

“I am going to watch her carefully every day until I know exactly who she is.”

“And if she turns out to be exactly what she looks like right now, cruel and cold?”

“Then my son will finally know the truth before he signs his name next to hers.”

“This is dangerous, madam. If she discovers you, this house will not forgive either of us.”

“Let her try to discover me, Simon. I raised that boy alone. I am not afraid.”

“Then I will drive you home tonight the same way I always do and say nothing at all.”

“Sir, the caterer needs your signature before 9:00 tonight or we lose the wedding date.”

“Give me the pen, Tunde. I want every vendor locked before Adiza even asks tomorrow.”

“The photographer also asked for 50% up front. Sir, that is 1.2 million naira.”

“Send it today. Whatever she truly wants for this wedding, she gets it. No questions asked.”

“You work too hard for a man getting married in 21 days, sir. Does she know you’re here?”

“She knows, Tunde. She called an hour ago. She always calls when I am still at the office.”

“Sir, forgive me, but does Miss Adiza ever ask how the company itself is really doing?”

“She asks about flowers and caterers, Tunde, and honestly, that is what a bride should ask. My mother has not called me back today. And that is not like her at all.”

“Maybe she is simply resting, sir. Mothers do that sometimes without telling their own children anything.”

“She raised me alone in two rooms in Ajegunle, Tunde. She does not know how to rest.”

“Sign this last contract, sir. And then please go home. This house has waited for you.”

“Madam, may I ask what this money is actually for before I place it inside the drawer?”

“It is a test, Eke. I want to know which staff member cannot resist temptation.”

“Folake has only been here 1 day, madam. Is this really necessary for someone so new?”

“Especially because she is new, Ikey. New people always think nobody is watching them closely enough.”

“And if she reports the money untouched tomorrow morning, what will that prove to you, exactly?”

“It will prove nothing. Because people who steal are patient. They wait until they feel safe first.”

“So, you will accuse her either way, whether she touches the money or leaves it alone.”

“I did not say that, Eke. I said, I want to see how she behaves under pressure.”

“Very well, madam. The drawer will be unlocked at 7:00, exactly the way you have asked.”

“Good. And, Eke, tell nobody else about this, not even Bola. This stays between us alone.”

“Mr. Eke, there is money in this drawer, 20,000 naira, exactly where I found it.”

“You are certain nobody else opened this drawer before you noticed the money this morning, Folake?”

“Nobody, sir. I unlocked the kitchen myself at 7:00, and it was already sitting inside untouched.”

“Bring it to madam directly, then. She will surely want to see it with her own eyes.”

“Good morning, madam. I found this money in the drawer and did not touch it at all.”

“20,000 naira sitting untouched all night. And you expect me to believe that?”

“It is the truth, madam. I only picked it up now to bring it straight to you.”

“Most people would have taken at least a little. Just to see if anybody noticed it missing.”

“I do not take what does not belong to me, madam. That has never been how I live.”

“That is a strange thing for a woman with nothing to say so easily, Folake.”

“I may have nothing, madam. But I still know the difference between mine and yours.”

“Put it back in the drawer, Folake. And lock it. We are not finished with this test. Close that door, Folake. I want to speak with you alone. Without Mr. Iki standing here.”

“Yes, madam. Is something wrong? I put the money back exactly the way you asked.”

“I counted it again just now and it is 1,000 naira short of 20,000.”

“That cannot be true, madam. I did not remove anything. I only placed it back.”

“Then explain to me exactly where 1,000 naira disappeared to between last night and this morning.”

“I do not know, madam. But I promise you I did not take a single naira from it.”

“You promise me, a stranger I hired only yesterday, standing alone in my house with no witnesses at all. There is nobody here to defend you now, Folake. It is only your word against mine.”

“Then it is my word, madam. Because that is the only thing I actually have to give.”

“Most women in your position would already be crying. Begging me not to call the police.”

“I have nothing to cry about, madam. Because I did not touch your money at all.”

“That calm is strange for someone freshly accused of stealing. Most thieves at least pretend some fear.”

“Maybe I am not most thieves, madam. Maybe I am simply telling you the truth.”

“Get out of my sight, Folake. Before I change my mind about keeping you here.”

“I will go now, madam. But the money in that drawer was never short from me.”

“I do not have 200,000 sitting anywhere right now, Toby. The wedding has taken everything. I know that, Toby. Do not shout at me. I am trying to find a way through. It will fix everything once the ring is on my finger. Once his name is next to mine. I will move money from somewhere. I always move money from somewhere. Give me two more days. That maid is not your business, Toby. And neither is where I find the money.”

“Simon. I heard something today that truly changes everything I thought about that woman.”

“What did you hear, madam? Tell me quickly before Mr. Eke locks the gate for the night.”

“Her mother is sick, Simon. Dialysis. And Adaeze is short of money for the hospital bills.”

“So that is why she tested you with the drawer, madam. She is desperate for cash herself.”

“Desperate people still choose how they treat others, Simon. Desperation does not excuse cruelty to Bola.”

“No, madam. But it does explain why she needs my son’s money faster than love can wait.”

“Exactly, Simon. And now I need to know if she loves him or only needs him.”

“How will you find that out without her ever suspecting the waitress is watching her that closely?”

“I will keep serving her tea, Simon. And I will keep my eyes open every single day.”

“Listen carefully, everyone. Guests start arriving for the pre-wedding photos in exactly 20 days from today. No staff member speaks directly to any guest. You look down, you serve, you disappear. Understood?”

“Madam, what if a guest asks a question? Are we allowed to answer them at all?”

“You point them to me or to Mr. Eke. Staff do not have conversations in this house.”

“Is that why nobody in this house ever really looks at each other? Not even the family.”

“That is simply how a proper house runs, Folake. Staff are seen and never truly heard. Bola, you will manage the drinks table. Folake, you will manage the breakfast trolley every morning.”

“Yes, madam. The breakfast trolley, I understand exactly what is expected of me starting tomorrow morning.”

“Good, because the last girl who managed that trolley lasted exactly nine days in this house.”

“What actually happened to her, madam? If you do not mind me asking about the last girl.”

“She asked too many questions, Folake, and questions are not welcome from people who serve me.”

“Understood, madam. I will keep my questions to myself and my eyes on the trolley only.”

“She stepped out to the seamstress, sir. She should return before the middle of the afternoon.”

“I started two days ago, sir. Mr. Eke hired me to manage the breakfast trolley here.”

“You remind me of someone. I cannot place who. Something about the way you are standing there.”

“Many people say that, sir. I have one of those faces that reminds people of somebody.”

“Strange, my mother used to stand exactly like that. Arms folded, waiting for something to happen.”

“Mothers teach their children many small habits, sir. Perhaps you simply inherited how she waits, too.”

“I have honestly not seen my own mother in 3 days. She is not answering her phone. Thank you for the tea. Tell her that I stopped by when she returns from the seamstress.”

“Bolanle, has madam gone out again? I need to change the linen in her room quickly.”

“Yes, she left for the tailor an hour ago. You have maybe 30 minutes before she returns.”

“Thank you. I will be fast. This room always has more dust than the rest. This drawer is stuck. Let me try the other side. Maybe it just needs a firm pull. There is a notebook inside here hidden under the folded scarves. That is strange for a drawer.”

“What kind of notebook, Folake? Madam does not usually keep papers in that drawer at all.”

“Payments, Bolanle, dates and amounts written to somebody called Chief Detective Nonvete several times this month.”

“A detective? Why would madam be paying a private detective before her wedding to Mr. Emeka?”

“I do not know yet. But this is not the kind of thing an innocent woman hides.”

“Put it back exactly where you found it before she comes back and finds us here. Folake, please. Put it back now. If she catches us both, we will lose our jobs.”

“Bolanle, listen to this page. It lists every property registered under Emeka Okafor since 2019.”

“Why would she need to know his properties, Folake? She’s marrying him. Everything becomes hers.”

“Unless she is not certain marriage alone gives her what she wants, or wants it faster. I do not know. But this detective was paid again just last week, 300,000 naira.”

“That is more than my year’s salary, Folake. For information about a man she is marrying.”

“Put the notebook down now. I hear footsteps on the stairs. Somebody is coming up right now. Folake, please, if she finds us in here, she will not fire us, she will destroy us.”

“I am putting it back, Bola, exactly where I found it, under the scarves, just like before. The footsteps stopped outside the door. Whoever it is, they are standing right there listening.”

“It is only Mr. Eke, Folake, checking the hallway. He does this every afternoon at this hour.”

“My heart nearly stopped, Bola. We cannot do that, not until I understand what I just read.”

“What did you just read, Folake? You have not told me everything that was written in there.”

“A woman does not investigate a man’s money unless she’s protecting herself or planning something.”

“Simon, I found something today that I do not understand, and it frightens me a little.”

“What did you find, madam? You sound different, like something has shaken you this afternoon.”

“A ledger, hidden in her drawer. Payments to a private detective investigating my son’s entire finances.”

“Investigating him for what, madam? What would she need to know that marriage would not give her?”

“His properties, his lawyer, and a prenuptial agreement he apparently refused to sign 3 weeks ago.”

“He refused a prenuptial agreement, and she is digging into everything he owns before the wedding.”

“Exactly, Simon. That does not sound like a woman only worried about a hospital bill anymore.”

“Maybe it is both, madam. Desperate people plan for outcomes, not just the one they hope for.”

“Or maybe the hospital bill is real, and something else she has not told anyone is, too.”

“What do you want to do, madam, with only 18 days left before the wedding itself?”

“I want to know exactly what she’s planning before my son signs anything he cannot undo.”

“Madam, whatever you decide, please be very careful. That notebook means she’s smarter than you thought.”

“I underestimated her once, Simon. I will not make that mistake again for the rest of this.”

“And your son, madam, does he suspect anything at all about the woman he is marrying? Then maybe it is time besides you also started watching her, too, madam. Quietly, carefully.”

“Who did you have in mind, Simon? Because I trust almost nobody left in that house.”

“Bola trusts you already, madam. She helped you today without asking a single question first.”

“Bola is young and frightened, Simon. I will not put her in more danger than this.”

“Then we watch alone, madam. Just the two of us until we know exactly what she wants.”

“Drive carefully tonight, Simon. And thank you for listening to all of this without judging me.”

“No judgment here, madam. Only worry. Get some rest. Tomorrow will need a very clear head.”

“Mr. Eke, I would like to request the hallway near the security office for my duties.”

“That hallway is not usually assigned to kitchen staff, Folake. Why would you want that section?”

“I noticed the camera up there yesterday, sir, and I think dust collects badly around the wires.”

“Dust is dust, Folake, but fine. You may clean that hallway starting this morning if you insist.”

“Thank you, sir. I will be thorough. That hallway will be spotless by the time madam wakes.”

“Just do not touch the camera itself. That belongs to the security company, not house staff.”

“I understand, sir. I only intend to clean the floor and the frame around the doorway.”

“The recordings from that camera go back 30 full days, Folake, in case you were curious.”

“I was not curious, sir. But thank you for telling me something I did not ask about.”

“You are a strange one, Folake. Always somewhere quiet. Always somewhere you should not be.”

“Bola, I heard Madam spent almost a million naira on shoes she has not even worn yet.”

“Keep your voice down. Whoever told you that could get us both dismissed before the weekend.”

“The driver told me. He took her to the boutique himself. Three different times last week alone.”

“Three times? For shoes? While we are begging her for our salary from that missing money?”

“What did you just say about my shoes, Bola? Say it again to my face right now.”

“Madam, I did not mean anything by it. We were only talking. It will not happen again.”

“You will not talk about my money in this house. Do you understand me? Not ever.”

“I am sorry, Madam. Please, I did not mean to disrespect you or anyone in this house.”

“Sorry does not fix a wagging tongue, Bola. Maybe this will teach you to be quiet.”

“Madam, please. That hurts. I did not deserve to be struck for something so small.”

“Get back to work, both of you. Before I decide neither deserves to stay here.”

“Bola, come here. Let me see your face. Is the mark still showing under the light?”

“It stings, Folake. But I will survive. This is not the first time she has done this.”

“This time it happened in the hallway. Under the camera I have been cleaning all week.”

“The camera, Folake, does that thing actually work? Or is it only there to frighten us?”

“Mr. Eke told me the recordings go back 30 days, stored somewhere in the security office.”

“Then it recorded her hitting me, Folake. There is proof now. Actual proof, not just my word.”

“Yes, Bola. But proof only matters if the right person sees it at the right moment.”

“So, what do we do now? Do we ask Mr. Eke to show somebody what happened today?”

“Not yet, Bola. If we move too soon, she will find a way to erase everything.”

“Then when, Folake? How long am I supposed to carry this mark and say nothing?”

“Long enough to be sure the footage is safe somewhere she cannot reach or delete it.”

“I trust you, Folake. But please, do not let her get away with this for too long.”

“Bola, Mr. Eke asked me to sort through old posts on the hallway table. Help me look. This one is addressed to madam and to Mr. Emeka together. A joint account statement, unopened.”

“Folake, we should not open that. That is private mail between the two of them.”

“It is already torn at the corner, Bola. Someone opened this before us and resealed it badly. Look at this line. 450,000 naira withdrawn last month. Category listed as personal.”

“Personal? From a wedding account, Folake? Mr. Emeka opened that account only for wedding expenses.”

“Exactly, Bola. And nothing on this statement matches a caterer, a florist, or a photographer at all. Bola, we need to talk.”

“Then where did 450,000 naira go, Folake? If not to the wedding?”

“I do not know yet. But I intend to find out before anyone else sees this statement.”

“Put it back exactly the way it was, Folake. Folded, sealed, on the same side of the table.”

“Wait. There is a second withdrawal here. 200,000 naira, dated only 4 days ago.”

“That is close to the same week the hospital called Adebisi about her mother’s surgery, Folake.”

“So, the hospital money and the missing wedding money might be the exact same withdrawal, Bola.”

“If that is true, Folake, then Mr. Emeka has no idea his own account is already short. Fold it back now. I hear Mr. Eke’s footsteps coming down the hallway toward us.”

“Simon, today was worse than I expected. Adaeze struck Bola across the face in the hallway.”

“Struck her, madam? In front of witnesses? Or did she wait until nobody else was truly watching?”

“It happened right under the security camera, Simon. The one Mr. Eke let me start cleaning.”

“Then it is recorded, madam. That is something we can use when the time is right.”

“There is more, Simon. We found a joint wedding account statement. Money missing that nobody can explain.”

“How much money, madam? And does it match anything close to what Adaeze already owes her family?”

“450,000 naira. And another 200,000 withdrawn only 4 days ago.”

“That second amount lines up with the hospital, madam. She’s spending my son’s money quietly.”

“Exactly, Simon. And he still thinks she only asks about flowers and caterers. Nothing more.”

“This is getting heavier than a test now, madam. This is starting to look like theft.”

“I know, Simon. And soon I will have to decide when my son finally deserves to know. Not yet, Simon. If I tell him now, she will deny it and hide the proof better.”

“Then what are you waiting for, madam? How much worse does this need to get? And if that proof never comes, madam, are you prepared to let your son marry her anyway? And when she sleeps, madam, what happens to Bola’s face and the money gone?”

“Bola gets justice, Simon. And the money gets accounted for. But only after Emeka sees the truth.”

“Your son deserves to hear this from you directly, madam. Not from a stranger at his door.”

“He will hear it from me, Simon, when I am ready. And not one day before. He will hear it from me, Simon, when I decide the moment is finally right for him.”

“Then I will wait with you, madam. However long that takes. However many more difficult days pass.”

“Not many more, Simon. The rehearsal is set. Everything moves faster once the guests start arriving.”

“Three days left now, madam. The whole entire house has been rearranged for tomorrow’s dinner already.”

“Three days, Simon. And I still have not found the moment to sit my son down.”

“Maybe the rehearsal itself becomes that exact moment, madam. Sometimes the truth finds its own opening.”

“I truly hope not there, Simon. Not in front of every guest our family invited to watch.”

“Hope is not really a plan, madam. You may need to be ready for anything tomorrow.”

“I am ready, Simon. I have been ready since the night I found that hidden notebook.”

“Then let us hope tomorrow’s day is calm. And the truth simply waits one more quiet night.”

“Park close to the kitchen door tomorrow morning for me.”

“Everyone, take your places. We walk the processional route exactly the way it happens on Saturday. Adaeze, you enter from the garden side. Emeka waits here, exactly where he will stand for real. Where is the music? I asked for the quartet to rehearse this entrance three separate times.”

“They are tuning now, madam. 5 minutes and everything will sound exactly the way you wanted.”

“5 minutes I do not have. This rehearsal needs to be perfect. My family is watching closely.”

“Adaeze, relax. It is only a rehearsal. Nobody expects perfection from a room of nervous people.”

“Easy for you to say, Emeka. Your name is not the one everybody will judge on Saturday.”

“Nobody is judging you, my love. Everyone in this garden wants nothing but happiness for us.”

“Happiness costs money, Emeka. And money is the one thing this wedding keeps running short of.”

“That is strange. I funded everything myself. What is running short that I do not know about?”

“Nothing. Forget I said it. Let us finish this rehearsal before it gets any later.”

“Refreshments are ready, madam. Should I bring the tray now or wait until after the rehearsal ends?”

“Bring it now, Folake. My throat is dry from repeating the same walk five times already.”

“Careful with that tray near the white dress. Madam has warned everyone twice already about spills today.”

“I am being careful. I have carried heavier trays than this one across this entire kitchen.”

“Watch where you are stepping. The garden path is uneven right there, especially near the fountain.”

“I see it. Thank you. I will go around the stone instead of walking directly across it.”

“Folake, the glass. Watch the glass. It is tilting toward madam’s dress as you turn.”

“My dress! My entire wedding dress! Do you have any idea how much this fabric actually cost?”

“Madam, I am truly so sorry. It was an accident. The path was uneven right there.”

“An accident? In front of my entire whole family? Three days before my own wedding, Folake?”

“Everyone, please. Give us a moment, Adaeze. Let me help you look at the stain first.”

“There is truly no fixing this, Emeka. The stain has already set deep into the fabric of my dress.”

“We can have it cleaned by tomorrow, Adaeze. Please, do not let this ruin the evening.”

“It is not really about the dress. It is about respect. This house has none left for me.”

“Adaeze, that is simply not fair. Folake has apologized twice already. It was clearly an accident.”

“An apology means absolutely nothing unless it is accompanied by something people can actually see, Emeka.”

“What exactly do you want from her? Adaeze, she already said she’s sorry for this.”

“I want her on her knees, right here, in front of everyone, apologizing properly for once. Kneel, Folake, right now, and apologize properly the way you should have from the very beginning.”

“I already apologized twice, madam, but I will not kneel for spilling a glass of water.”

“Kneel now, or you can pack your things tonight and never return to this house again.”

“Adaeze, this has gone too far. It was only water. Nobody needs to kneel for water.”

“Stay out of this, Emeka. This is between me and a member of my own staff.”

“I will not kneel, madam, because kneeling would mean I did something worse than I did.”

“Then you are dismissed, Folake, effective immediately. Collect your things and leave through the back gate.”

“Emeka, please, say something. Tell her this is not right. Tell her to stop this now.”

“Adaeze, please, do not fire her over spilled water. This is getting out of hand tonight.”

“Choose, Emeka, right now. Either you stand with me or you stand with the kitchen staff.”

“That is not fair, Adaeze. Nobody should have to choose between kindness and their own fiance.”

“Then let her go, and we will finish this rehearsal without another interruption from the kitchen.”

“Folake, I am sorry. Please, just gather your things quietly. We will sort this out later.”

“There is nothing left to sort out, sir. Madam has made herself very clear tonight already.”

“I did not mean for it to go this far. I only wanted the evening to be perfect.”

“Perfect evenings do not require someone kneeling in front of a garden full of strangers, sir.”

“You are right, and I am sorry, truly. This is not who I always thought she was.”

“It is exactly who she is, sir. You simply have not been looking closely enough yet.”

“What do you mean by that, Folake? What are you trying to tell me right now?”

“Simon, pack the car. We are not waiting until tonight anymore. Everything changes right now. She fired me in front of everyone, Simon. For spilling water. And my son let it.”

“He apologized after, madam. That has to count for something, does it not? Even a little.”

“It counts for nothing at all. If he still marries her in 3 days without knowing the truth.”

“So, we are doing this all tonight, madam. The footage, the ledger, all of it together.”

“Yes, tonight. Before she has one more day to hide behind a wedding dress and tears.”

“And if he still does not believe you, madam. If he chooses her over his own mother.”

“Then at least he chooses her knowing exactly who she is. Not who she pretends to be.”

“It is the only moment left, sir. And what I have to show you cannot wait any longer. Proof, sir. About the woman you are marrying in 3 days. Proof I did not go looking for. Here, sir. Watch this next part carefully. This is the part…”