Back then, I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity. I then sent the money back to Rose, and we quickly got back together.Was she trying to use this as some kind of compensation for me, again?She seemed to have forgotten that for someone who had been hurt, gestures like this never meant anything—they only eased the giver's conscience.Without hesitation, I transferred the money back. Almost immediately, the transfer failed—Rose had closed the account.I was wondering what to do next when a friend messaged me. We ended up chatting for a while, and by the time we were done, it was late. I let it slip from my mind.After the New Year, the company had grown significantly. Yet on the first day back at work, an unexpected incident occurred.As soon as I arrived, I saw a crowd gathered outside the company gates, arguing."What's going on?" I walked over, puzzled.The employees made way for me, and I finally saw a few police officers standing there—Zachary and Rose beside them.Wh
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