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confident "Yes." The response brought a smile to my face as memories of my journey flooded in. I owed it all to my mum, whose unwavering support had been

ering building. Its sleek glass and steel exterior shimmered in the

ry, trailed behind me, trying her best to remain unnoticed. One thing about me is that I detested noisy areas; my workers kn

e, reflected the sunlight streaming between the white curtains, making the space feel open and fresh.

ding a few books and small decorations, like a vase of fresh flowers and a simple silver ornament. The fai

ched the tabloid containing my schedule for the day. She immediately u

deep breath. "A meeting with the finance team at nine

o sack the employee who dared to barge in... but my thoughts were shattered when Mr. Alfred, Amaya's fath

own!" Mr. Alfred laugh

itty words, Camilla quietl

hifting to one of cheerfulness. "Aren't you going

I could be playful now, and in the next second, I'd be venomous. Even Beatrice, w

e, nor were his devilish acts. His features were also oversized, imagine a human being with enormous eyes,

hat threatened to escape, I maint

funny," Mr. A

when you said you wouldn'

s are, Mr. Alfred. I have to work. Every minute c

r job and freedom simultaneously, she must be devastated. I warned Nova to ensure Amaya stayed ind

ed Amaya off to you. She's the only one I cherished i

eassuring. "Amaya i

r to me, his hands on my desk. "You pr

eted, laughing. I brought out my

Mr. Alfred announced

oduced you," I explained

r, you asked me why I'm getting more handsome... I have the answer now. I'm getting more attractive, thanks to your help

ne he cared about, but now he was changing his priority to business? I already knew how

Alfred said, standing up

f course, si

w I would ruin him. Camilla returned, continui

g to my next plan: how to make Amaya affect her father's f

y car, driving out of the company, Camilla already know she will be wo

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r to see Amaya's devastated face. I wondered where I got this d

d. My brows furrowed into a stern expression. I walked to the bathroom, but she wasn

r hands. Without warning, I grabbed the glass cup and smashed it on the floor, ensuring it was

h fear. The tray in her hand fell, her trembling han

manded, my voice echoi

tion, meeting Amaya's, who stood frozen in front of the door, her h

could see her swallowing hard; the fear in her eyes was too palpable. She began to quiver, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. I sta

tered, her soft voice surprisi

unexpected gift. "What's the meaning

mind racing with conflicting emotions. Part of me wanted to punish her for disobeying me, while another part was

. My brows furrowed, annoyance sparking within me. What was she doing?

kiss