Chapter 88: Help Me!

Filla looked quite different from before. Previously, she liked to style her hair in an updo, which led Prisley to mimic her by straightening and pinning up her naturally wavy hair.

But now, Filla had changed her style. She had gotten her hair permed into soft curls and let it fall freely, much like Prisley’s current preference. The two women bore a striking resemblance.

Filla strode over to Heather, placed a stack of documents on the desk, and then walked around the table to stand close beside him.

Her body pressed lightly against his leg, and she nudged him flirtatiously. The contact made Heather uncomfortable, and he quickly leaned back.

“Heather, the new proposal is ready. I’m here to discuss it with you,” Filla said, her voice dripping with seduction. She placed her hand on Heather’s shoulder, letting her fingers trail lightly down his neck.

Heather instinctively stood up, his voice stern. “Filla, don’t do that. Leave the documents here; I’ll review them and get back to you.”

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