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No Escape

작가: Kriti yadav
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-10-29 15:52:20
[Scene: K&N Architects, HR Department ]

The silence in the office was so absolute it felt like a vacuum. The word "CEO" hung in the air, sharp and heavy as a guillotine.

Mr. Cole’s face, which had been puffed with rage, drained of all color. Alex’s smug smile vanished, replaced by a mask of stunned, unfiltered hatred. President Harrison was still bent in a low bow, sweat beading on his forehead.

And Mila... Mila just stared. The floor, the walls, the entire world had just tilted on its axis. The man she had once trusted—who had disappeared when she needed him most—was now the owner of her company.

Her thoughts scattered.

Arine’s eyes met hers briefly. They were unreadable—dark, calm, but filled with something buried deep.He saw the hurricane of shock, confusion, and betrayal in her eyes.

Finally, he broke the stare and turned his attention to the trembling HR manager. He took one slow, deliberate step toward him. He didn't raise his voice; he lowered it, making it far more dangerous.
Kriti yadav

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