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The receptionist didn’t bother softening her words. She spoke plainly, directing them straight at Edwin.She had initially thought he was quite easy on the eyes, at the very least, presentable. He looked well-off, too, meticulously groomed, with money, looks, and a certain polish to him.Every time she thought about Edwin, she couldn’t help but feel a flicker of infatuation. By her standards, he was already far above the average man.After all, she worked in media. Whether she liked it or not, she had to admit that Edwin’s looks could easily hold their own in the entertainment industry—outstanding enough to be discovered if circumstances allowed.So perhaps it wasn’t always about who was right or wrong. Sometimes, effort and restraint mattered more.But if she failed to stop the two of them today, she knew exactly what would happen next—she wouldn’t be keeping her job at the director’s studio.The receptionist let out a silent sigh.Edwin, however, had no intention of indulging her.“

No one knew how the director could be so shameless.When there was still no movement inside, Edwin started getting ideas of his own.He directly threatened the person inside. “Mr. Smith, we’re still being polite while we’re standing here. But if I walk out this door today and you expect me to be this courteous the next time, that’s absolutely not happening.“I’ve said everything that needs to be said. You’d better think carefully about whether you’re opening this door or not.”After saying that, Edwin spoke again, sounding helpless.“Mr. Smith, I trust you’re a smart man. You’ll make the right choice.”A mix of coercion and persuasion blocked every possible retreat. There was nothing he could say in response.The director glanced at the time and realized Aurora hadn’t given her reply. His heart began to race.Would things really go his way over there?If he really ended up clashing with Edwin, would Lucas protect him?The Carter family’s standing in Ravenshore wasn’t something he could

Watching the receptionist flee in a panic, Yvonne found the director rather interesting.She knew exactly what he was doing—protecting the receptionist while preserving his own dignity, so he used a convenient excuse to smooth it over.After all, the receptionist was his person. Having caused this situation, some form of consequence was inevitable.To be honest, Yvonne had disliked her for days already. She kept blocking her at the door every time, when all Yvonne wanted was a hint of what was going on inside, yet the answer she received was always the same—no exceptions, no room to maneuver, and no inside information whatsoever.It had to be said, the receptionist was indeed dutiful and steadfast.But that had nothing to do with Yvonne.Anyone who stood in her way should step aside and stop being so tactless.More importantly, if the receptionist dared to block her path, she should have known her days in this position were likely numbered.That was why Yvonne never quite understood w

Could it be that Edwin had finally turned over a new leaf, stepping in for Yvonne?Seeing this scene unfold beside her, Yvonne felt a quiet warmth spread through her chest.She had always thought Edwin’s feelings were nothing more than words, never something he truly acted on.After all, they had only been childhood playmates.And as they grew older, they spent even less time together.So why dwell on such trivial things?It was only recently, when Edwin suddenly declared he wanted to pursue her, that Yvonne began to feel unsettled.She couldn’t even understand what about her attracted him.They had grown up together, after all—running around, getting into trouble, with Yvonne often trailing behind Edwin.If anything went wrong back then, Edwin always took the blame, sparing her a beating.At the time, Yvonne took it for granted.He was a boy—taking a beating or two wouldn’t matter much. He was sturdy and thick-skinned, unlike her.Her mother had even warned her when she was young to b

After all, those were things from childhood. Now that everyone had grown up and built their own lives, why cling to the past?Some things became harder to obtain the more you fixated on them.Like sand in her hand—the tighter she gripped it, the faster it slipped away.Everyone here was an adult. How could they not understand that?Trying too hard to hold on only exposed how unbecoming one’s posture truly was.Wasn’t Yvonne a perfect example of that right now?At times, the director truly felt Yvonne was a bundle of contradictions.She clearly had better options, yet she insisted on locking herself into this dead end.Worse still, she was stubborn to the core.If she had adjusted her approach even a little earlier, things wouldn’t have turned out so ugly.The two of them might have found a better way to work together.But now, all he felt when he looked at Yvonne was irritation.That stemmed from the terrible impression she left him last time.If she had explained everything clearly ba