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          The sandstone path wound its way through a grove of palm trees and tropical flora, leading toward the secluded and highly private pool villa zone. The rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the white sand drifted in on the gentle breeze. The ambiance of this six-star resort was every bit as beautiful and relaxing as its price tag suggested. Yet, Lalita's heart was beating at an erratic rhythm—not because of the breathtaking scenery, but because of the broad back of the man currently pulling her suitcase for her.As for the three IT minions, the moment they received their keycards, they collectively shifted into high gear, sprinting off to their respective rooms with practiced efficiency. Absolutely no one dared to stick around and be the third wheel to their big boss.Lita quickened her pace to walk beside Bhakin, stealing glances at his perfectly stoic side profile."Swiping a black card to upgrade rooms

          The waves crashed against the white sandy shore in a steady, rhythmic beat. The freezing night breeze swept in from the ocean, making her pearl-white slip dress flutter wildly. Yet, Lalita didn't feel the biting cold in the slightest. The scorching heat radiating from the muscular body of the man currently caging her in his arms melted everything completely away.Bhakin's deeply cut lips continued to press and claim Lita’s plump ones with demanding dominance, yet beneath the surface, the kiss was undeniably pleading and profound. It wasn't a violent, invasive attack meant merely to conquer. Rather, it was a kiss that slowly, methodically stripped away the seductive PR queen's sanity, letting it drift away piece by piece. Lita's body went utterly limp. Drained of all resistance, she had to raise both hands to clutch the Hawaiian shirt over his broad chest just to keep herself anchored.Her delicate eyelids fluttered

          After the intensely stressful wrap-up meeting with Krit in the late morning, the entire team packed their belongings and checked out of the resort. The large company van cruised down Phetchkasem Road, heading straight for Bangkok, leaving the chaos and headaches behind them.The interior of the van was blissfully frigid, the air conditioning cranked to the absolute maximum to combat the heat. The back row was entirely occupied by the three IT musketeers: Nick, Job, and Tum. Having spent the entire morning crawling under tables, checking LAN cables, and reconfiguring the network, the three of them were now running on zero percent battery. They were completely passed out, their heads lolling against each other. A few of them even had their mouths open, letting out soft snores.Lalita sat in the middle row by the left window. The young woman was fighting with all her might to keep her heavy eyelids open so she could t

          The embrace that had once felt so warm and secure suddenly morphed into a suffocating constriction around Lalita's heart, making it hard to breathe. As her conscious mind booted back up, the young woman acutely realized the massive, unbridgeable chasm that had just been dug between her and the man standing before her.Lalita raised her hands, gently pushing against Bhakin's broad chest. The tall man yielded, loosening his arms, but his fierce eyes behind the clear lenses remained intensely fixated on her tear-stained face."Lita, what's wrong?" Bhakin asked, his voice husky. He reached out, intending to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes once again.But this time, the young woman turned her face away, taking two full steps back to establish a physical distance."You lied to me this whole time," her sweet voice trembled, her eyes brimming with a mix of reproach and confusion. "You aren't just

          The grand ballroom of the luxury hotel in the heart of Bangkok was currently in a state of absolute chaos, frantically preparing for the billion-baht fundraising gala just three days away.Electricians were perched on ladders, adjusting the angles of spotlights trained on the center stage. The floral team was busy assembling arches made from thousands of pure white orchids ordered directly from the farm. And amidst this whirlwind of activity, Lalita—dressed in a sharp, practical cream-colored pantsuit—stood holding her iPad, issuing commands to the staff with razor-sharp decisiveness."The follow-spot on the diamond auction podium isn't bright enough. Bump it up two stops. And please move VIP Table Zone A back just a bit, so the press photographers can get a clear shot of the CEO."The top-tier PR queen fired off instructions without a single pause. Even though this was only an early technical run-through, f