Vivian Wheeler's footsteps echoed rhythmically across the marble floor of Harvey Group's lobby. Dressed in a sharply tailored maroon pantsuit with a pair of black sunglasses resting on the bridge of her nose, she looked exactly as the world perceived her—an untouchable international designer.Beside her, Lily walked while clutching several revised documents for the Manhattan project. "Vivi, are you really okay? You look a little pale," Lily whispered, glancing at her worriedly from the corner of her eye."I'm fine, Lily. Focus on today's presentation," Vivian replied, her voice flat and composed, without the slightest ripple of emotion.She had practiced maintaining this expression in front of the mirror in her apartment for hours before dawn. The revolting incident in the car and at the old apartment the previous night had been locked tightly away in the deepest corner of her mind. Today, she was nothing more than a professional who had come here to work. Nothing else.The moment the
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