Chapter 3The CEO's Rules

The next morning, Leo took Elara for her tests.

According to the plot, she would overhear some gossip at the hospital—that Leo was about to marry the daughter of the Howell Group.

Elara would be heartbroken and sneak out of the hospital, running away.

Leo, furious and anxious, would vow to turn the entire city upside down to find her.

While the main characters were playing their game of cat and mouse, I was busy hauling a truckload of fake antique vases and porcelain into the villa.

"Dr. Chen, what are you doing?"

The villa's maid stopped me. I froze, trying to come up with a lie, when a clear voice cut in.

It was the butler. "Dr. Chen is very health-conscious," he explained calmly. "We don't have any dumbbells here, so she's using the vases for exercise."

Me: "..."

The maid quickly apologized. "My apologies, that was my oversight. I'll have someone prepare a set for Dr. Chen immediately."

After she left, the butler looked me up and down. "I know you're a transmigrator too. You're trying to swap out the antiques and sell them? Don't be stupid. Leo's an idiot, but people come to this villa all the time. Anyone with a bit of knowledge will spot the fakes immediately."

I gave him a mysterious smile and continued moving my fake antiques.

Then I carefully replaced all the real ones.

Two hours later, Leo stormed back into the villa.

He was a mess of anger and laughter, pacing the living room in a powerless rage. "That damn woman! She ran away! She ran away again!"

I stood by, offering my sincere advice. "Mr. Howell, please calm down. Don't worry about Miss Warren. Maybe she's already left the city and found her freedom."

My words only fueled his anger.

He kicked the sofa violently. "She's carrying my child! Where could she possibly go? I will find her!"

I gasped. "Mr. Howell, be careful! Don't hit that vase! Miss Warren loves those vases. It would be such a shame if one broke."

Hearing this, Leo grabbed the nearest vase and smashed it on the floor. It shattered with a crisp, satisfying sound.

His eyes were wild as he started to laugh. "How dare she! How dare she leave me!"

With every word, he grabbed another vase and smashed it.

Within half an hour, the living room was a wreck.

As he stomped upstairs, he yelled, "I don't want to see anything in here that reminds me of that woman! Julian, clean up this mess!"

I stood by the door, digging my nails into my palms to keep from laughing.

I'm rich! I'm rich!

The butler, Julian, glanced at the pile of fake shards on the floor and slowly uttered one word:

"Impressive."