Her cheekbones.
The small birthmark near her collarbone.
And for the first time in years…
fear touched the old woman’s face.
Meanwhile, Alexander felt his pulse quicken beneath the dirt and fake beard disguising him.
Because he saw it too.
Margaret recognized something.
Or someone.
Then Anna quietly bent down and started gathering the fallen fruit from the ground.
One apple rolled toward the beggar’s torn shoe.
She picked it up carefully.
Wiped it clean against her apron.
And offered it back to him with both hands.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
The billionaire’s chest tightened painfully.
Nobody had apologized to him sincerely in years.
Not business partners.
Not models.
Not politicians.
Not even his own family.
Only the maid everyone treated like she was invisible.
Then Margaret suddenly spoke again.
Too quickly.
“Anna,” she said sharply, “come inside. Now.”
Anna blinked.
“Yes, ma’am.”
But before she could move, the beggar quietly grabbed her wrist.
A tiny movement.
Almost desperate.
And when Anna looked down at his hand…
she noticed something impossible.
A ring.
Hidden beneath the dirt.
A black titanium ring engraved with the crest of Kingston Global Holdings.
Her eyes widened slightly.
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