100 The Unveiling

Emma lounged effortlessly on her plush sofa, indulging in the delightful breakfast spread the kitchen staff had meticulously prepared. Maxwell, on the other hand, was a picture of frustration, his phone incessantly buzzing with calls that left him no room to breathe. Emma's calm amidst his chaos was almost comical. Maxwell stormed up to Emma, his patience wearing thin. “Do you have any idea the kind of mess you’ve stirred up? I’m drowning in calls, all thanks to your little 'reveal' plan!” He sounded exasperated, yet there was an underlying tone of concern. Emma glanced up, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “I didn’t realize you'd be this upset over a few calls, brother. After all, wasn’t this part of the plan?” Maxwell couldn’t believe her nonchalance. “A few calls? Emma, this isn’t just any mess. You’ve dragged me into this whirlwind with you! The things they're saying about us…” His voice trailed off in frustration. Emma’s expression softened. She understood his irritatio