Isabella sat in the passenger seat of Andrew's car, holding a thick stack of documents, still finding it hard to believe.

In her impression, Robert had always been deeply secretive, shrewd, and ruthless, having run Moonlit Art Inc. for many years, firmly entrenched in his position.

She had constantly been troubled by how to deal with him, yet Robert handed Moonlit Art Inc. back to her and even planned her way forward.

She couldn't help but wonder if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

"Andrew, let me pinch you," Isabella said.

"Why?" Andrew asked, holding the steering wheel with one hand, puzzled.

"I want to see if I'm...