Celine froze in her steps, unable to believe what she was seeing. The man standing before her — Mr. Ferdinand Magellan was the same hotel manager who had ordered the guards to throw her out that night. The night her whole life had crumbled. The night she had bled, humiliated, abandoned.Her breath hitched as memories came rushing back: the cold rain, the jeering staff, the disgust on his face as he told the guards, “Take this woman out before she contaminates the hotel air.” And now here he was, standing in front of her as her assigned company guide.Ferdinand’s expression shifted from surprise to shock, then to disbelief. “No,” he muttered under his breath, his lips twitching. “Impossible.”He quickly turned, entered his car again, and reached for his phone with trembling hands. Within seconds, he was on a call.“Sir Alex,” he said hastily, his voice slightly trembling. “Please, I just arrived to pick the new Media Manager, and I need to confirm something. Is the woman’s name Celin
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