Max opened up to Max.

Max had checked the dating website and discovered a man surnamed Wellington who went on a blind date with Julia that day. He believed Julia genuinely mistook him for that Wellington guy. He wanted to continue exploring her world, maintaining his current identity. "Just keep quiet," he instructed Sean, who washed dishes under Max's guidance before being dismissed. Mrs. Robin and Samantha didn't stay long after the meal, they left after a brief post-lunch visit. Georgina wished to stay longer, but, finding herself the only one remaining and receiving a suggestive glance from her son, she fabricated an excuse to leave. Once everyone had left, Julia was now free to unwrap Samantha's wedding gift. Upon opening it, she was relieved she hadn't done so in front of Max, as Samantha had sent a set of alluring pajamas.

Julia lifted the delicate fabric with her hands, revealing the alluring pajamas. It was quintessentially Samantha's style. "Julia," Max called from outside, prompting her to hastily conceal the intimate attire. "What's up?" she replied, emerging from the room. Max appeared serious, leading her to believe it was a matter of significance. "The milk tea you purchased for me previously, could you kindly reorder another cup with sugar?" Julia smiled, "Of course, that's from Bubble Tea, my favorite haunt." She swiftly pulled out her phone and placed the order, "Can you finish the large cup?" "Yes, I'd like a large cup." Julia smiled and expedited the order. Upon looking up, she noticed Max opening his laptop. "Let me show you this," he said, revealing the recruitment notice for the fashion designer company under the Darius Group, seeking designers. "They're genuinely recruiting designers." Julia's eyes widened in pleasant surprise as she scanned the requirements, "Not only a high school diploma, but also internal training for those with no experience, and top performers will have the opportunity to study abroad." Max, what is your boss thinking? No experience necessary? These conditions seemed tailor-made for her, and she met the requirements. "Design thrives on creativity; a fixed mindset cannot conjure innovation." Julia nodded, "That makes sense." "Here's the registration portal; click to fill in the information and sign up for the interview." Max pointed to the page, "Two rounds of interviews, and only three will be selected." "Three! That's challenging." Julia's unease began to surface, "Can I?" Max offered a reassuring smile, "I believe in you." His encouragement was like a warm spring breeze, bolstering her confidence. She clenched her fists and cheered herself on, "I can do this!" The two exchanged smiles, and Max said, "Fill out the application first." With a mix of apprehension and excitement, she began to fill in the form.

By taking this step, she may finally realize her dream. Julia completed the registration application, and the two cups of milk tea arrived. As Max sipped his milk tea, he received a phone call, and he swiftly stepped out, attending to an urgent matter at the company. Julia, now alone, prepared for the interview when her cell phone rang. An unknown number appeared on the screen, and she answered without hesitation, "Hello, who is this, please?" Julia, I'm at the gate of your estate. I need to see you, please." William's voice echoed through the phone. Julia's heart raced, and she held the phone for a moment before responding in a steady tone, "William, I'm already married." "If you don't come, I'll keep waiting here," William persisted, his words laced with stubbornness and a hint of threat. Julia felt uneasy, recalling how William had insisted on going abroad and ended their relationship. After he left, she sent a breakup message, but when he didn't respond, she blocked all his contact information. They hadn't been in touch for almost a decade. Now, he sought to win her back, despite her marriage. She thought for a moment before saying, "I'll be right over." Julia agreed to meet with William not out of ulterior motives but to provide closure and clarity.

She put on her shoes and headed out. At the estate gate, William's Maybach was parked by the roadside, drawing attention from the security guard, who couldn't help but glance at the luxury car. As Julia walked past, the guard's eyes followed her, and when she approached the Maybach, a hint of contempt appeared in their eyes. They assumed women, especially beautiful ones, were gold diggers. Upon seeing Julia, William quickly exited the car with a smile and suggested, "How about a cup of coffee nearby?" "No, thank you, I just had milk tea," she replied coldly, refusing to get in the car. "William, please don't come to me in the future; I'm married now, and it will hurt my husband's feelings if he finds out." "Julia, I know you're still angry with me; please calm down. I'm willing to do whatever you want," he said with a smile. "Now I have the ability to give you a better life." William's mother had disapproved of her due to her single-parent upbringing, opposing their relationship. Julia no longer cared about the past and said calmly, "William, can you please move on? We are over.  I'm a married woman now, and I live with my husband. Villa Park Estate was one of the investments of the Darius group and obviously, max, has eyes everywhere, even at the estate gate. I hope you don't disturb me and my husband anymore. Thank you."

Julia knew she had to establish a boundary with him. After uttering these words, she turned to leave, but William suddenly stopped her, saying, Julia, he's a poor man. What can he possibly offer you? Even the house you reside in is rented; he can't provide the life you deserve." Julia sneered, "For you, happiness is measured by wealth, but my philosophy differs from yours, and Max and I share the same values. Please leave now and never return." "Julia," Williams frowned, "in this city, with your husband's salary, he could never afford a house here in his lifetime. I know you desire me; I've already purchased a villa, and it's for you."

Julia's expression turned angry as she said, "You can't possibly buy me a house, and don't claim it's for me because I'm not interested. Please don't come here again." She pushed William out of the way, and if she still had any respect left for him, he had just lost it. William had now destroyed the last shred of it. It wasn't that she hadn't waited for him; after waiting for so many years, her heart had gradually learned to forget him, and she had moved on.

William got into his car, slammed the door, and drove off. He didn't intend to let Julia go. He made a call, instructing, "Please investigate who that man is. I need to know his identity." William had hired a private detective to probe into Julia's past. As he approached the intersection ahead, he caught a glimpse of a limited-edition Rolls-Royce parked by the roadside, one of only three in existence. He couldn't help but take a look a few more times. The tinted glass prevented him from seeing the occupants. To drive such a car, one needed to be extremely wealthy and powerful. He felt a bit of jealousy; men worshiped luxury cars, and his Maybach paled in comparison. William had depleted his resources to establish a company. His family was affluent but suffered significant business losses over the years, leaving them with a little setback.

Max had just witnessed Julia being accosted by William at the estate entrance, leaving him with a somber, moody, and irate expression. He hastened back to the old house immediately after attending to the company's affairs, never expecting to encounter Julia meeting her ex-boyfriend. The driver inquired, "Mr. Wellington, shall we return to Wellington's Mansion or Villa Park Estate?" "Proceed to the Wellington's," Max replied, his tone slightly chilly.

Upon returning home, William's words continued to resonate with Julia. How could she be romantically entangled with two men simultaneously? During their relationship, she never engaged with other men. Why would he make such a claim? After composing herself, Julia began pondering this issue. she furrowed her brow, realizing she might had indeed forgotten some details. Her heart raced rapidly. Had she truly done this? Julia swiftly dismissed this conjecture as impossible; she would never entangle herself in such act.