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Holding a box, Stella stood at the company's door, waiting for Riley. Riley unlocked Clarence’s car and shoved him down as it came to a halt. With a smile, she asked, "Lala, what is your hand?"

Stella experienced a vision similar to a sharp knife striking her body as she spoke. Clarence’s sight was as horrifying as a deadly serpent, causing her to shrink backward and clutch the box firmly in her breast.

Clarence saw this as a subliminal action, yet she still treated the box as a prize. She had nothing when she got in the car, but when she got out, she had a box. What was meant by that? What a considerate woman, oh.

"Nothing."

Riley smiled, moved closer to Stella, and shoved Clarence forward as Stella clutched the bag tightly and said.

Stella could feel Clarence’s icy breath all over her. She retreated a step, attempting to pull herself from the embrace of his icy breath.

“Is that a gift from Jude, Stella? You entered the automobile without bringing this box?"

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