Chapter 10

“Elena.”

Samon was silent for a moment. “Elena who?”

Nathan squinted, scrutinizing the detailed lines of the design before him. “Elena... I don’t know her full name. But she’s a designer I’ve just started working with. Oh yes, I remember, her name is Elena Whitmore.”

Samon sighed. “Okay. But this could take some time. I need more information.”

“Okay, I understand. . Don’t let him know we’re investigating him.”

Samon nodded even though it was invisible. “Yes, Mr. Nathan. I’ll start collecting data.”

Nathan ended the call, then looked back at the design.

“Queen Elisabeth...” he murmured softly. The name was a legend in the design world, but almost no one knew her true identity. And Elena’s design... too similar to her signature style.

There was something the woman was hiding.

Meanwhile, in a small bakery in the corner of the city, Elena was standing in front of the pastry rack, choosing some bread for her children. The sweet aroma