The disturbance at the funeral was easily suppressed by Lambert. He arranged everything and hurriedly left the funeral.
He drove like a madman, searching every street for Mia, continuing through the torrential downpour. Where the car couldn't go, he would get out and run into the rain to search.
Lambert remembered his past with Mia: her gentleness and urgency, the image of her eagerly explaining through lip reading, and her raising her hands to sign those signs she couldn't understand...
How painful must she have been when she lay on the operating table, her belly sliced open by the cold scalpel, bleeding profusely, her life hanging by a thread?
He searched tirelessly for three days and nights, but to no avail. The whole city had been turned upside down, yet there was no news of Mia. After days of exhaustion, Lambert's face had turned pale, and he had lost much weight.
...
Two years later.
In the most luxurious hotel in City A, a celebration banquet was being held.
Hannah wore a sky blue mermaid evening gown, looking stunning, with exquisite makeup, expensive jewelry, and exuding the air of a socialite.
And standing next to her was no longer Jonathan, but Lambert!
Two years ago, Lambert had intended to teach Hannah and her mother a lesson, but he accidentally learned that she was the person who had saved his life when he was young.
So, he kept her by his side and entrusted her with the Wenshte Group project.
Outwardly, Hannah not only played the role of Lambert's girlfriend but also transformed into the enviable Tiffany, the heiress of QIY.
After Mia's disappearance, Julie used her influence to have William acknowledge that Hannah was his biological daughter, and she changed her name to Tiffany, becoming the legitimate heiress of QIY.
This time, Tiffany secured the largest investment for the Wenshte Group's development project and strengthened the friendly relationship between the two companies. The celebration banquet was to honor her as the soon-to-be project manager for the joint investment of both companies.
"It's rumored that Mrs. Garcia saved Mr. Wenshte's life when she was young, and that's why Mr. Wenshte brought her into Wenshte Group, allowing her to manage things independently."
"Not only that, but Mrs. Garcia is also William's biological daughter. The dead Mia was the fake one."
"Isn't Mrs. Garcia supposed to be with Young Master Jonathan? She even said she was pregnant with Young Master Jonathan's child. How did Master Lambert accept her?"
"That's all old news. Who would disdain their savior? Moreover, Mrs. Garcia is now the heiress of QIY, with a noble identity."
These discussions reached Tiffany's ears, and she grew even more smug. She walked confidently by Lambert's side, linking arms with him, maneuvering through the crowd of businessmen with ease and poise.
"Look, Mrs. Garcia is so beautiful."
A voice of admiration rang out from the bustling crowd. A spotlight shone on Tiffany as she stood at the center of the stage, her smile radiant.
A cold, sharp gaze shot from the corner of the hall, landing directly on Tiffany.
She felt a chill run down her spine and scanned the surroundings, but saw nothing out of place.
She picked up the microphone, her face returning to normal. "Thank you, Mr. Louis, for your kindness. Thanks to Lambert for his continued support. I will live up to everyone's expectations and manage the M project well."
"It's all thanks to Mrs. Garcia. We've all seen how hard you've worked. I officially announce..."
"Wait." Before Mr. Louis of the investment company could finish speaking, a melodious female voice suddenly rang out from the corner of the hall.
The crowd turned towards the sound, and there she was—a woman like an angel, fresh and otherworldly, yet with an overwhelming aura of dominance. As she took a step forward, the crowd parted, making way for her.
The moment she appeared, all eyes were drawn to her, and everyone marveled at her stunning beauty.
"She looks like the Mia who was said to have died." A voice whispered from the crowd, and everyone held their breath, turning to catch a glimpse of her face.
Her long hair flowed gracefully, and she wore a pure white business suit, her high heels clicking crisply as she walked towards the stage, unhurried and composed.
When she got closer, Tiffany froze, dropping the microphone to the ground.
"How is this possible? Mia was supposed to have died from massive blood loss, along with the baby. So who is this person?"
Lambert's gaze locked onto her face, his thoughts and emotions swirling. His lips parted slightly but never formed the word "Mia."
For two years, he had searched tirelessly, never once letting up, but there had been no news of her. Now, here she was, alive, standing right in front of him, able to speak.
"The M project, Martha Corporation is also investing. Why was the project manager chosen without consulting Martha Corporation? Mr. Louis, did you forget that seventy percent of Louis Group's investment comes from Martha?" She struck at Tiffany's weakness, her sharp eyes glaring at Tiffany with a slight smile tugging at her lips.
Without waiting for a response, she tossed a photo into the air, and it fluttered down as the spotlight illuminated it, making Tiffany squint as she tried to shield her eyes. She had no choice but to cling to Lambert's arm, feigning vulnerability.
"You're Mia? No, you're not Mia. Mia was mute. She's dead." Tiffany stammered, her voice trembling.
Mia ignored her. The photo landed in the hands of the crowd, and they could clearly see that it was a picture of Tiffany secretly meeting with the project manager of Louis Group.
Their intimate behavior, her sitting on the man's lap—such indecent conduct, completely unworthy of standing beside Master Lambert.
"Tsk tsk tsk, I never expected her to use such dirty methods to secure investment." The murmurs spread, and Tiffany hid her face behind Lambert.
"No, it's a misunderstanding! I am upright and honest. I would never use such low tactics," Tiffany protested, panic evident as she tugged at Lambert's sleeve, signaling him to take her side.
Lambert remained silent, his gaze fixed solely on Mia, unable to tear himself away.
At that moment, someone recognized Mia and suddenly spoke up: "Ms. Mia, I failed to recognize you earlier. You're the one who decides on the M project. We'll follow your lead."
"As long as it's not this disaster of a woman standing here, anyone else is fine," Mia said, clearly pointing her animosity at Tiffany, her hatred unmistakable.
She stood there like a queen, receiving the adoration of all. She was the chairwoman and president of Martha Corporation, Mia.
For two years, the world only knew that the wealthy Martha Corporation in City A had taken thirty percent of the city's project investments since its inception. The company's president was a decisive woman, rumored to be extraordinarily beautiful, ruthless in her actions, and never showing her face.
Now, everyone gasped as they saw her in person. She had not died, nor had she been silenced by her condition. Instead, she had healed, become a powerful figure in City A, and risen from the ashes, ready to settle old scores.
"Mia?" After a long pause, Lambert whispered her name.
He had called out her name countless times in the dead of night, never imagining that one day she would appear before him, in such a perfect form.
"The M project from Wenshte Group—I'm announcing that it has been acquired by Martha. Mr. Lambert, you'll need to continue managing the project," she said gently, but her words were cold and final.
Wenshte Group's project, which had taken a year of hard work, was being taken away in a single sentence, and she was making Lambert the project manager. Wasn't this blatant bullying?