Yulia was in her bedroom. The large French windows were open, making the pink curtains billow in the cool breeze. Her silver mobile phone shone in the night almost as brilliantly as her diamond earrings.

"Why did you give up the chance of being the spokesperson? Without this opportunity, you'll have one less excuse to approach my brother."

There was a trace of dissatisfaction in her voice. She grabbed the fluttering gauze curtain with one hand. For a moment, Yulia imagined this to be Melinda. How she wished she could tear it apart into pieces.

"I have my reasons why I did what I did."

Thinking of the way Jonas looked at her today, Emily knew that she did the right thing. If she made Jonas get into a serious fight with Nelson and failed to get the spokesman, it would be a huge loss.

After all, Yulia was raised in the ivory tower, and she was only capable to connive at naive little tricks. Sometimes, the best way to move forward was to take a step back.

"But Emily... We are partners!"

"I know. Don't worry, I have a plan, and it involves you telling me everything that Melinda does at home. You have to do this. Otherwise it won't work."

Emily looked at the photo frame beside her which held a falsified photo of her and Jonas. There was a look in Emily's eyes that was inherently possessive.

It was as if she was in a raging battle, and the promised reward was Jonas.

"You want me to spy on Melinda?"

Yulia asked incredulously, covering her mouth as she looked vigilantly out the window. "I don't even live in the same villa with her," she continued in a lower voice, feeling annoyed in her heart.

"I just want you to keep an eye on her. Even if you don't live together, can't you figure out a way? On the right balcony at the third floor of the main villa, you can see their villa from there."

From the way she spoke, it was obvious that Emily knew the Gu's mansion better than Yulia. Although it was quite surprising, Yulia didn't seem to think too much about it. She then unwittingly went to the room, and sure enough found that what Emily had said was true.

"Actually, you don't have to keep an eye on Melinda all the time," Emily said a bit excitedly. She heard over the phone how Yulia went out to the balcony, and was feeling thrilled that her plans were starting to take form. "I just want you to inform me right away whenever she goes out."

"Got it," Yulia said quietly.

After hanging up the phone, Yulia stood out on the balcony for a long time, waiting for something to happen. With binoculars, she could even see everything that was going on in the living room.

Moments later, Jonas showed up in the courtyard. Yulia quickly ducked down and then left carefully, feeling a bit guilty.

Melinda was reading a book in the bedroom. Her glasses rested daintily on the bridge of her nose. It was as if she was in her own cozy, peaceful bubble.

Just then, Jonas entered.

"Why are you so late today?" Melinda put down the book in her hand and asked casually. Jonas started unbuttoning his shirt and flung it on the bed. Seeing this, she grabbed it and threw it into the washing basket.

"There's a lot of work at the company," he answered with a tired sigh.

Nodding, Melinda was familiar about the matter regarding the spokesperson. She knew she'd better not to ask too much about it as it would displease Jonas.

The next day, it was a rare sunny aft

Melinda discovered a strange pattern. Whenever she prepared to go out, and passed by the main villa, Yulia would definitely appear all of a sudden. And she always had various reasons to delay her.

When she had an appointment with Jonas, this kind of situation would definitely happen. And during this period, after being stood up for several times, Jonas acted colder and colder towards Melinda.

"What's wrong? Is your driver sick today, or is your car broken?"

Melinda said in a sarcastic tone when Yulia came up to her again. There was a sudden change in Yulia's expression, but she managed to calm herself down in a split second.

"Melinda, where are you going? I sent my car to the garage for maintenance. Can you give me a ride?" said Yulia. Melinda raised her eyebrows. Didn't she feel embarrassed by these similar excuses?

"I'm going to the library. I have made an appointment for lunch at a restaurant nearby with your brother,"

Melinda said with a teasing smile on her face. Yulia was so focused that she didn't notice the change on her face. "Oh, it seems that we are not the same way. I will pick a car in the garage later," Yulia said with a sense of regret.

After that, Yulia walked back to the main villa. Melinda got on the car and asked the driver to drive to the back gate. On the way to the yard, she heard Yulia's voice.

"She is going to the library now. She'll be having lunch with my brother."

Yulia's voice came clearly to the ears of Melinda. Her eyes instantly burned with anger. How could Yulia tell others her whereabouts?!

"I can't stop her. You have to figure it out by yourself." Yulia had sensed that Melinda was on the alert, and she knew that she couldn't follow, so she called Emily to figure out a way.

Melinda stood outside the back door with a small seam, where she could see how Yulia cautiously leaned against the wall. After hanging up the phone, she left in a hurry.

Yulia didn't notice that the back door was opened after she left. Meanwhile, Melinda's eyes burned with anger.

She felt that there was something strange going on with Yulia for the past few days, and now she knew why. Yulia had been monitoring her for quite some time now. The only thing Melinda had to figure out was who Yulia was speaking to.