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Chapter 68: Home

Author: Sand Kastle
last update Last Updated: 2025-01-23 08:03:25

EVAN

"Evan," I muttered. She called me Evan.

"What's got you smiling like that?"

I snapped out of my thoughts when Rui placed some paperwork on my table. Then, I cleared my throat and straightened my posture, not bothering to answer his question.

However, he continued to press on the topic.

"It's rare seeing you smile these days because the party is coming up. Have you even come up with ways to convince Mr. Miyagi to finally sign a collaboration with us?" he asked.

I pursed my lips and leaned against my chair. "We might as well switch seats with how you're talking," I said.

He chuckled and put out a peace sign. "I'm just trying to lighten up the situation. Honestly, it's good seeing you smile like this despite everything going on. I mean—your love life is a mess, you have so much work on your plate, and your dad is still pressuring you even if you're already 25 years old."

"Do you want to get fired?" I asked as he listed down all my problems.

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