LOGINShe curled her lips as she watched several little girls practicing ballet. Sierra applauded when they performed a beautiful ballet dance. Their footwork was still simple, but the precision and sincerity in each arm movement warmed her heart. “Very good. Remember, keep your back straight, and your shoulders relaxed,” she said gently but sternly.For almost two months now, she has been working at a boarding school for girls as a ballet teacher. Having some experience under her belt, she took the plunge and shared her knowledge. In fact, she didn't just teach ballet; she also mentored senior students who were taking modeling classes as an extracurricular activity. She was an expert in this field. There was no doubt about that. Even some of the teachers were surprised when they saw her apply to be a teacher at the boarding school.“Miss Carlson, are we going to practice until noon today?”A little girl with ocean-blue eyes looked at Sierra with an innocent face. The ballerina outfit tha
Twisting his pen around repeatedly, Ace stared straight ahead blankly, letting Rosalie talk about the project they would be working on next month.However, it seemed that this did not help him stay focused. He looked completely lost in thought, seemingly uninterested in the discussion.“My team is merely awaiting for Mr. Valentino’s approval. Also, we probably won’t be using any other models. Just Claire and Emily. My apologies to Miss Cindy this time, the production team can’t take you,” said Rosalie. She broadened her smile as the corner of her eye glanced at Cindy, who looked displeased with the outcome of the discussion.Cindy straightened her back, her jaw tightening. “I thought that—”“The decision is final,” Rosalie cut her off abruptly, leaving no room for debate.Cindy had expected the production team would take her on as the model who was supposed to be the next star model from Valentino Enterprise. She had already gotten a big head because the company’s brightest supermodel
Loud music blaring around the bar did not disturb him at all as he sipped the liquor in his hand.The dim lights made his face look haggard. He had no idea how many shots he had downed, but one thing was for sure: the image of that woman still haunted him like a ghost.“Our deal isn't over yet. Why are you giving up so easily?”His muffled words, drowned out by the beat of the music, were completely inaudible to anyone except the two men sitting next to him, who exchanged glances and sighed heavily.“Looks like you have got your hands in a tough spot, buddy.” One of the men said, patting him on the shoulder, who looked a mess and was clearly not in good shape.“She left me!” he cried, his voice hoarse and his eyes bloodshot. His body felt too heavy for him to hold up.“You seem to have made a fatal mistake, which is why she chose to leave you.”Looking up, his eyes flashed irritation at the man who had been questioning him like a gossip queen. How nosy!Ace glared at him for a moment,
His eyes widened as he read the file Lance had just handed to him. His large hands clenched the paper tightly in his palms. His face was filled with hostility, and his gaze darkened as his eyes locked with Lance's and then his secretary's in turn.“The Carlson company has been acquired by Lucas Grant, sir,” the secretary said.Running his fingers through his hair in frustration, Ace squeezed his eyes shut and motioned for his secretary to leave the room.A rough sigh escaped his lips. For two days now, he had received no information about Sierra's whereabouts, and the only weapon that could bring the woman to him was now gone. Sebastian Carlson had sold his company to Lucas, his rival.He tossed his laptop, which was on his desk, violently. His face looked so frustrated because he had no idea what else to do. His henchmen, whom he had paid dearly to find Sierra, only said that there were no flights under Sierra's or Sebastian's name.As he snapped out of his thoughts, he realized that
His footsteps rushed quickly toward his grand mansion. The sound of his shoes echoed down the front hallway, revealing how hard he was holding back his rage that was about to explode. His hands crumpled the paper in his grasp, the paper already wrinkled as if it too had absorbed his frustration. His eyes were both stone-cold and piercing.He slammed the door open without waiting for the butler to reach him. The door swung wide with a forceful push, as if his patience had already run out even before he entered the house.“You’re home, sir. Is there anything I can—”The elderly butler stood upright, about to greet him as usual.“Where is your madam?” His voice was dry and cold, startling the butler. His tone was not raised, but his firmness was enough to make anyone flinch. Even the old woman bowed her head to Ace, as if trying to read her master's mood without getting into any trouble.“I asked where your madam is?” Ace's voice boomed again.His hands were clenched tightly, his knuckle
Lifting her chin proudly, her green eyes stared straight at the photographer intently. Sierra held the pose for a few seconds, making sure her facial lines and body angles were in line with the instructions. The bright studio lights made her eyes look more focused, adding to the strong impression that the camera wanted to capture. Her alluring body was posed seductively according to the client's request. She adjusted her shoulders and arms, striking a pose that accentuated her curves without looking excessive.It had been almost three hours since she wrapped up with the numerous dresses and accessories. She looked quite solemn, so serious that she barely noticed Ace's gaze upon her. Apparently, he was present at the photo shoot.Sierra had no idea he would be watching them work. Usually, Ace never showed his face during the time she was striking poses in front of the camera.Sierra openly showed her indifference, and even the sneering, disgusted looks Cindy shot her way had not bother







