Hidden Truths

In the fourth year of me being imprisoned by Xavier Quinn, he had a fiancée.

It was said that the Santana Group's heiress, Wendy Santana, was gentle and intelligent, a perfect match for Xavier Quinn.

They had been in contact for over half a year, and marriage discussions were in progress.

In these years, the women around Xavier came and went, most of them passing through without him showing much interest.

A friend called me and said, "It seems he's serious this time, the other woman is not only beautiful but also beneficial to his career."

I had heard something about it, but I didn't expect to meet Wendy Santana for the first time at Xavier's company.

That morning, I went to the hospital for a follow-up appointment, and my attending doctor was my senior from school.

He told me that my condition was deteriorating rapidly, and I might forget everything in just three months. "Are you really not going to tell Xavier Quinn? If you tell him now, he might still turn back."

I thought about it and decided against it.

Why expose my scars to someone who had turned his back on me?

But I still had to find him and ask him to sign an agreement.

This illness couldn't kill me; there was a specialized sanatorium abroad for my condition, but it was expensive.

My parents had passed away, and I had no other relatives, so I had to entrust my affairs to him.

I didn't make an appointment with Xavier's secretary and only realized that Wendy was also there when I arrived at the company.

She and I sat at opposite ends of the reception room, surrounded by several employees, all addressing her as "Madam," making her smile happily.

"Who is that?" she asked.

The other colleagues sneered and said, "Mia Frank."

Everyone around Xavier knew who I was.

Wendy's inquisitive gaze swept over me, and she naturally greeted me, "Are you Mia Frank?"

I looked at her without saying a word, which was taken as confirmation. "You are very different from what I imagined."

Her voice was soft, and her tone was gentle.

"They all say that Xavier has someone he adored by his side, but seeing you, I can tell his taste wasn't that good when he was young."

Some colleagues chuckled discreetly and took the opportunity to flatter her.

"How could she compare to Miss Santana?"

"You have no idea; Mia Frank's position in the company is so low that even a stray dog could kick her."

I remained completely calm inside; after all, they were speaking the truth.

I had no reason to be angry.

No one could have imagined that I, the woman rumored to be the love of Xavier Quinn's life, had a lower status than a random stray dog on the street.

Seeing me not responding, Wendy felt a sense of frustration.

She looked at me and continued, raising her voice, "I heard you left when Xavier was in trouble. Why are you back now?

"Playing hard to get is indeed a good way to control men, but Xavier is not an ordinary man.

"If you want money, I can help you, but with your conditions, you won't get much."

She tucked her hair behind her ear, revealing a mole on her forehead.

I suddenly noticed the resemblance between her and me, except that I had removed my mole six years ago.

Seeing that I still didn't speak, she couldn't hold back and questioned the colleague who came in to add water, "How did you become the receptionist? Can you let anyone in?"

The female colleague who was summoned gave me a silent glance, feeling embarrassed, and explained, "But Mr. Quinn instructed..."

"I don't care. You either escort her out now, or you leave."

In the entire company, only the receptionist had shown me kindness.

I didn't want to make her uncomfortable, so I said, "I'll leave as soon as I see Xavier.

There's no need for you to chase me away."