His Unwanted Wife Returned as a Boss
Clara sat at a reception desk, her auburn hair pulled back in a severe bun, answering a phone that never stopped ringing.
They didn't look at each other. They didn't know each other.
The boy stood in the corner, his small suit perfectly tailored, his bronze eyes watching the Reader.
"Chapter 159: The Clock-In," the boy whispered.
He tapped his watch. It wasn't an hourglass. It was a Countdown.
"You have ten seconds to accept the new Terms of Service, Architect. If you don't... I’ll have to Delete the Archive of every chapter you’ve ever loved. All 158 of them. Erased. Like they never happened."