The phone on Viona’s desk wouldn’t stop ringing. Clara’s name flashed insistently across the screen, making her heart pound. Her hands trembled as she finally picked up.“Clara…” she murmured, her voice wary.“Don’t say it like that.” Clara’s tone cut through her like a blade. “Do you think I didn’t
The apartment felt warmer that night. Ivy sat curled on the sofa with a stack of files balanced on her lap, her eyes scanning the legal documents the lawyer had sent over. Josh emerged from the kitchen with two steaming cups of tea, then dropped onto the seat beside her, as if her need for space was
Clara sat in her office, her expression composed, every movement precise. On the desk lay a brown envelope, waiting to be opened. She didn’t rush—Clara always savored the moment when her plans began to take shape.A knock at the door. Her assistant entered, carrying a stack of photos. “Miss, we’ve
Clara closed her phone slowly, as though holding back the fury threatening to erupt. She lowered herself into her chair, fingers tapping against the desk in a steady rhythm.“Viona…” she muttered. “You really dared to cross the line.”A soft knock interrupted her thoughts. Her assistant stepped in,
“Miss, Mr. Jung has asked you to come home tonight. He says there’s something important he needs to discuss.”Clara drew in a slow breath. “Fine. Prepare the car.”***In Mr. Jung’s study, the faint aroma of herbal tea hung in the air. The middle-aged man sat with his back straight, eyes sharp as he
Clara slammed the folder onto the desk, the sharp sound cutting through the silence. Her secretary, seated near the door, instantly straightened in her chair.“Rico still hasn’t come back?” Clara’s voice quivered between anger and unease.“No, Miss. He said he had business with a client. I’ve tried