ANMELDENI opened my laptop in my workspace, fingers moving quickly, searching for a way to trace the anonymous account that had spread that photo. Nothing. Every time I tried to dig deeper, it hit a dead end. The account had been made specifically to spread the gossip—no trail, no real name to trace, no p
The next morning, I arrived at the office with my mind still half-stuck on last night's conversation. I hadn't told Aldric or Damian anything. I didn't want to burden them with Arvan's drama, which seemed like it would never end. The moment I stepped out of the elevator, I immediately sensed somet
Reyna POV I'd just taken off my shoes at the bedroom door when my phone buzzed inside my bag. Unknown number. I stared at it for a moment, hesitant to answer. But curiosity won out over hesitation. "Hello?" "How much do you want to leave Ashford Corporation?" That voice immediately made my jaw
I picked up the call with some hesitation. "Grandmother." I tried to make my voice sound calm. "What's this sudden call about?" The person calling was Margaretha Hargrove, my grandmother on my father's side. The woman who'd built half of Hargrove Group's foundation with her own hands before finall
Arvan POV I was still standing in front of the restaurant when the motorcycle carrying Reyna had completely vanished from sight. My jaw hardened. Reyna hadn't even glanced back once, as if my calling out meant nothing to her at all. I clenched my fists at my sides, then turned around. Lara stoo
I could already guess what was about to happen the moment I saw Arvan's face appear at the end of the corridor. Lara would surely start acting like an intimidated, fragile woman. And all the blame, as usual, would fall on me. Sure enough. Before I could even open my mouth, Lara had already scurri







