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Later, Khloe had mentioned to Charlotte that Clarice genuinely wanted to team up with Oscar, which proved that what Ethan had said was true.Using Ethan wouldn't be easy. Charlotte knew she couldn't rely on his fleeting interest in her, so she needed a more forceful approach.She needed a shock—something to make Ethan completely caught up in her, even if only for a short while. She wanted him to feel the sting of being toyed with.And if that failed, at least she could study him, discover his weaknesses, and help her friend get revenge.Charlotte had collected all she could on Ethan—his exploits, rumors, and personality traits. She had analyzed him roughly: a habitual flirt, self-absorbed, proud, competitive, but never truly loyal to a woman.The harder someone is to handle, the more obvious their weak points.Ethan fit that description perfectly.He had wandered through countless women, indulging without restraint. That only proved he craved emotional stimulation—he needed inte

"I'll let you handle him, Ethan. I'm leaving."With that, Charlotte wrenched her hand free from Ethan's grasp and strode out.Ethan felt a twinge of irritation—he had just been about to follow her—but Leonard tried to intervene, babbling another apology.Without hesitation, Ethan kicked Leonard squarely in the knee.The older man crumpled to the floor in pain, unable to rise even with his assistant's help."Tomorrow, hand in your resignation. People like you are a hazard to this position. Don't blame me if I make life difficult for you."His words were sharp, laced with impatience. In that moment, the gentlemanly poise he usually carried vanished entirely. He sounded less like a corporate executive delivering justice and more like a villain passing sentence.Stepping outside, Ethan scanned the area, assuming Charlotte had already left. To his surprise, she was waiting just around the corner."Waiting for me?"Without hesitation, he moved behind her, naturally enveloping her in

Khloe knew that sleep-talking meant nothing.But try as she might, she couldn't shake the unease. Her mind kept replaying it over and over.She wanted to move on, but the thoughts lingered longer than she expected. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to tell Nick that she was upset.She knew exactly how he would react: worry, guilt, endless apologies.And besides… even if he truly still held a place for Michelle in his heart, he wouldn't admit it out loud, right?Khloe hesitated for a long while, then finally rose to gather her things, preparing to leave.As she pushed open the office door, she saw Winnie standing in the doorway.She had no idea how long Winnie had been there; in the darkness, she hadn't been visible at all.As Khloe stepped into the hallway, the lights automatically flicked on. Winnie shuffled forward a couple of steps, looking uneasy."You're still here? How was your first day? Did everything go smoothly?" Khloe asked as she approached, her tone genuinely concer

Seeing how persistent Winnie was, Khloe finally gave in. "Winnie, why ask when you already know the answer? You don't want to owe anyone, and he doesn't want you to owe him either. So don't ask anymore. Besides, overthinking it now serves no purpose. What matters most for you is leaving the Olson family. Since you already have a goal, you should grow up and move forward bravely."Khloe usually disliked lecturing people. Perhaps her own mood was off tonight—her words carried an unmistakable, almost disciplinarian tone.Winnie didn't mind. She was used to hearing far harsher things. Khloe's earnest, well‑intentioned advice actually felt warm to her.She took a long gulp of her drink. "It was Michael, wasn't it? Is he really that eager to repay the favor?"Khloe felt a weight sink in her chest. She gave a quiet "Mhm." "He didn't want me to say anything. It's enough that you know."Winnie's straightforward nature made things easier. Khloe had indeed agreed to help Michael, but this

Besides, there were real obstacles between Michael and Winnie. Oscar would almost certainly never approve of them being together.Michael was a hopeless romantic. It had taken him so long to let go of his feelings. If Winnie couldn't treat him right… the pain would fall on both of them.Love—what a strange, impossible thing. Too little, and it fails. Too much, and it suffocates.Khloe raised her glass and drank half of it. She had come out to relax, to drink and unwind, but Winnie's mood had rubbed off on her. Suddenly, she felt moody and sentimental, too.She had promised herself only a drink, yet she downed three in a row. The alcohol wasn't strong, and when the time was nearly right, she called a ride and excused herself to the restroom.Winnie leaned on the table, scrolling through her contacts on her phone. Her fingers paused over Michael's number.Then her phone vibrated, pulling her attention back. Across the table, Khloe's phone buzzed, left unattended. Winnie squinted an