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Shawn pulled out his phone again and opened our chat window. For a moment, I felt a flicker of hope. Jenna’s face turned pale. Her eyes reddened as if she was about to cry. However, Shawn simply blacklisted my number. It felt like I had been thrown into an icy abyss. I was trembling. Shawn said, “There. Now she won’t bother us anymore.” Jenna’s expression brightened. She quickly leaned her head against Shawn’s shoulder and spoke in a soft and delicate voice.

"Why waste energy on someone else's drama?" Those words—"someone else's drama"—immediately brightened Elvis's mood. He scooped me up and spun me around. I threw my arms around his neck, laughing until my sides hurt. He kept spinning until I was practically dizzy. When he finally set me down, I was still catching my breath, and my cheeks were completely flushed. Elvis swallowed hard as he watched me. "Sweetie, let's have the nanny watch the baby tonight. I think we should turn in early. I promise I'll make it worth your while."

As she did, her eyes caught the title of a document lying there. “The Return of the Broken Heiress.” Her eyes narrowed slightly in curiosity. Slowly, she picked it up. Just a quick look, she told herself. She read the first page and quickly realized it was a drama script under Davis Global Entertainment. Her eyes lit up instantly. Without even realizing it, she began reading through the pages, completely drawn in. The story stirred something deep inside her, emotions she had buried for a long time. Lucien noticed her, his gaze lingering on her face, but he said nothing. He continued his conversation with Harris as if nothing was happening.

Sharon had been drinking water and nearly choked when she heard that. Chris quickly patted her back and handed her a tissue. "Drink slower. No one's going to steal it from you." "If your company shifts its focus here, the costs will at least double. Are you crazy?" "I'm not crazy. Wherever you are, that's where I'll be." Chris now casually threw out romantic words, leaving Sharon at a loss. "Can you... speak normally?" He used to be so reserved, always beating around the bush. But he had never been like this.

He stepped forward and, without courtesy, grabbed my forearm, exposing my pale wrist. Dr. Nadia gasped from the side. "So they’re on Sloane’s wrist. Why are there two? Soren, maybe Sloane really likes them. I’ll pass. Leave them with her." In that moment, it felt as though I’d been stripped bare. Soren’s faintly mocking gaze and Dr. Nadia’s smile—sympathetic, smug, and triumphant all at once—cut into me like blades, carving into flesh. "Sloane, you still can’t let go. You really loved me that much." Soren let out a scoffing laugh.

That girl ruined her own future. I holed up in my new place and enjoyed a few peaceful days. There was no more of Bessie’s screaming tantrums and no more of Sam’s sly provocations. A few days later, news about Meera being fired began trending online. I knew then that Meera and Bessie had finally destroyed their own lives. In the middle of the night, I received an unexpected call from Meera. “Hello, Ron?” Her voice was heavy with exhaustion. She sounded frail and drained.

In the rearview mirror, she lay there, shouting something with her mouth wide open, but the sound was quickly swallowed by the traffic behind her. I looked away and opened my tablet, already moving on to the next acquisition case. The "nice" Jennifer of the past three years was gone, no different from those scrapped vans. Now, there was only Jennifer. Jennifer Smith of the Smith Group. Outside, the snow continued to fall, growing heavier by the minute, while inside the car, it was warm and silent, insulated from the world beyond. Nothing in this world had ever come "on the way." One either took control and chose a direction, or was left in the storm, slowly consumed by it.

' The system asked me hesitantly, 'Host, knowing now that they always loved you, will you return? When I was there, they used their so-called love for me as an excuse to hurt me over and over. Now that I had gone, they pinned the deaths of the entire Yatezes on me. Was this what they considered love? I shook my head. I had no desire to return to that place where freedom was nothing more than a distant dream. … "Mrs. Zenith, did the Little Mermaid really turn into seafoam in the end?" In the ward, Deana pestered me to tell her a story. She had inherited the family's heart condition and was hospitalized for half a year.

Okay, let's do a little intro… I'm Isabella Mayers, 19, and feeling fine, I guess. I'm a total bookworm, reading's my vibe. There's not much to say about me, my life's pretty low-key. Just me, my mom, and Ariana - that's my whole crew. Yeah, my life's boring, and honestly, so am I. But I'm fine with it. I hated drama... but I'm about to get into one now. Not just any drama, a really MESSY one.

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