LOGINEllena’s voice carried a trace of ridicule as it sliced through the suffocating silence. "Am I tired? The way I handle the Arnoult Group has nothing to do with you."Her words, though calmly spoken, dripped with accusation. They were a shield, a blade, and a declaration of her independence all at once. Yet the moment the words fell, Ellena could feel the air around her shift. The atmosphere in the car, already heavy with unspoken history, grew unbearably oppressive. It was as if the walls of the underground parking lot closed in, leaving the two of them no room to breathe.Then, in a tone that was restrained but unmistakably edged with anger, Edward spoke. "Ellena."Her name rolled off his tongue with a weight that made her chest tighten. He wasn’t yelling. He wasn’t pleading. But the tension embedded in those three syllables was louder than any outburst.Ellena’s composure cracked for a brief instant. She took in a deep breath,
"President Smith!"Paul’s voice echoed from behind, carrying a mix of urgency and resignation. Ellena didn’t even glance back. She simply raised her hand in a dismissive wave, her pace brisk and decisive.Paul paused, staring at her retreating figure for a moment. His eyes drifted downward to the documents scattered across the polished floor. The corners of his mouth tugged down in a sigh, half weary, half helpless. Kneeling, he began gathering the papers one by one, each sheet a reminder of how complicated things had become.By then, Ellena had already left the Arnoult Group. The tall, imposing building disappeared in her rearview mirror as she drove away. Her fingers gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary, and though she told herself to stay composed, her foot pressed heavier on the accelerator. The car glided forward swiftly, almost aggressively, as if speed could drown out the storm brewing inside her.When she finally arrived at the old st
Ellena sat at her desk for a long while, the pen still lying near her hand, its presence pulling her thoughts into a deep spiral. When she finally rose and returned to her room, the heaviness in her chest had not lifted.Sleep did not come easily. Even when she drifted off, her mind was restless, caught between half-formed memories and strange fragments of thought. Her dreams were a jumble, scenes that shifted and changed without warning, flowing into each other like frames in an old, flickering film reel. She saw a boy’s shadow, the glint of a pen, Spencer’s cold eyes, Edward’s distant figure… and then the faces blurred, becoming strangers she couldn’t name.When Ellena woke, it was with the sensation that she had not rested at all. Her body felt heavy, as though she had run a marathon in her sleep. She pressed a hand to her forehead for a moment, collecting herself before swinging her legs over the edge of the bed.The air was still cool as she padded barefoot
Ellena heard Elaine’s words and paused mid-motion, one shoe halfway into the cabinet. She placed the pair neatly inside before gently closing the door. Her mind, however, was still tangled in the earlier events with Spencer.From the kitchen came the faint clink of dishes being put away. The nanny, Stacy, was tidying up after supper, her sleeves rolled slightly, movements efficient yet unhurried. Hearing the commotion at the door, she turned off the faucet, dried her hands on a towel, and placed the cleaned dishes carefully into the bowl cabinet. Then she stepped out, her face bright with welcome.“Miss Smith, you’re back!” Stacy greeted warmly.Ellena gave her a small smile. “Stacy, thank you for taking care of my daughter.” Her tone softened as she said it.The nanny’s name was Stacy, and she had been with them long enough to know the rhythms of the household. By now, Ellena’s earlier tension had been tucked away, her expression returning to its usual c
Spencer's emotions seemed extremely unstable. Ellena could almost feel the tension radiating off him in waves, like heat shimmering in the summer air. Her own heart was pounding wildly, the sound of it loud in her ears. She clenched her hands slightly, worried that at any moment he would lose control and do something irrational. The way his eyes darted, sharp and unpredictable, only added to her unease."Is this the reason why you hate Edward all this time?" Ellena’s voice was steady, but her gaze flickered between Spencer’s face and the narrow street around them, wary of any sudden move.Spencer had stopped her for so long now that she had lost track of time. Logically, Paul should have realized she was missing by now. He would definitely be looking for her. It should be just about the time for him to appear."Ah!" Spencer sneered, the sound low and mocking, his lips curling into a smirk that held no warmth.At that very moment, footsteps ech
Ellena felt that something about Spencer’s expression was terribly wrong.It wasn’t just anger. There was something twisted underneath, a mix of grief, rage, and a darkness so heavy that it made her instinctively tighten her grip on the bag in her hand.Inside the bag was her phone.Her mind began calculating, each thought sharp and precise. If Spencer suddenly tried to harm her, she needed to be fast enough to grab the phone and call the police.Paul was inside the supermarket. Paul was vigilant, always aware of his surroundings. If he didn’t find Edward inside, he would come out quickly. And when he stepped outside and found her gone, he would know something was wrong.She took comfort in that.Even so, she forced her face to remain calm, refusing to let Spencer see that her nerves were stretched tight.“What do you remember?” she asked, her voice steady.Her thoughts, though, were running elsewhere.That pen, the one
Ellena saw that the police were looking at her, so she could only look up at the police and ask him, "Why are you looking at me like that?" The police asked, "Were you on the phone with Edward Arnoult just now?" Ellena was not fully awake yet. She immediately admitted, "Yes."
After Ellena's phone was picked up, it only rang twice before it was picked up. Edward did not speak immediately after picking up the phone. Ellena felt that he was waiting for her to speak. Ellena sighed slightly and said first, "Edward, let's meet and talk." Edward's
Ellena sat opposite Chloe and was not as optimistic as she was, "That may not be the case." Chloe asked, "Then what do you plan to do next?" "I think I should give him two days to calm down first. When I go back to see Elaine next time, I will think of a way to talk to him. He behav
The bodyguard was kicked by Edward. He lowered his head and did not dare to speak. Didn't the Young Master say he wanted to throw that woman out? Now that they had done what Edward said, he was not satisfied. The Young Master's thoughts were getting more and more difficult to







