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THE GREEN-EYED MAN

Penulis: Dearly Beloved
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-09-30 00:07:16

“Why are you resigning?” Her manager asked the very question Flora Amor had expected that morning.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but my salary here isn’t enough to support my family anymore.” That much was true. She didn’t want to lie. Even if Devon was partly to blame for this turn of events, she couldn’t deny the opportunity was beneficial. The pay at her new job was higher, enough to prepare for Maureen’s college tuition next year.

Her manager reread the resignation letter, sighed, then set it down on the desk. “Okay. Just pack up your things, and you can leave.”

That was it? No lecture, no scolding? Just like that, she could pack up and go? It felt strange. Before, even the smallest mistake would earn her manager’s sharp tongue. But today, it was as if her manager’s words had shrunk back, swallowed before they could lash out. Confused but compliant, she gathered only the important items from her desk, stuffed them into her backpack, tossed the rest away, and left the office.

She was
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  • FLOWER OF LOVE   HER MOTHER'S MAIDEN NAME

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  • FLOWER OF LOVE   VERON'S EVIL SCHEME

    Flora Amor stood before the very building she was looking for. It wasn’t difficult to find—it stood right along the highway, only a few blocks away from Balintawak Market. She took a moment to study the three-story commercial building. The construction looked almost complete and solidly built, though mounds of sand still littered the front, uncleaned and waiting to be cleared. Earlier that morning, she had looked up online what financial statements she was supposed to request from the project manager. Now, after surveying the structure, she stepped inside. Workers were scattered around, each busy with their tasks. “Excuse me, sir,” she called out to an older man resting near the stairs leading to the second floor. He had his hands on his hips, clearly taking a break while others were still fixing the ceiling lights. The man smiled warmly. “Good morning, ma’am. What can I do for you?” “Do you happen to know where the project manager is?” she asked politely. “Yes, ma’am. He’s on

  • FLOWER OF LOVE   WHERE IS FLORA AMOR

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  • FLOWER OF LOVE   THOSE DISTRACTING CALLS

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