Tell him to come and talk to me himself

By the end of the workday, the area around the company building was still swarming with people.

Media journalists were all clustered at the company's entrance, waiting for her.

Kimberly felt like she couldn’t show her face to anyone. Having been caught boasting about herself was bad enough, but Samuel’s actions had made her the focal point of everyone’s attention.

If Samuel were in front of her right now, she would strangle him without hesitation.

He verbally agreed to a compromise that morning, but she suspected he already had plans. Samuel, the head of the Garcia family, surely wouldn’t be content being someone's secret lover.

She had gotten herself into trouble because of a momentary lapse in judgment.

As the evening darkness fell and the city’s lively neon lights shone through the misty snow, Kimberly stood before the vast, transparent floor-to-ceiling window, her hands crossed over her chest, tapping her right index finger on her slender arm, revealing her restlessness.

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