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Stefan continued to gaze out of his office window at the headquarters of Schmidt Multinational Corporation with his hands clasped behind his back.

He couldn't deny that he missed that woman who drove him crazy with just one look and that little girl he adored, the one he wanted to kiss those chubby cheeks that had appeared. However, he wasn't alone in that place.

Hilbert was sitting in one of the armchairs, working on his laptop. Both of them were preparing for the trial.

Hilbert stopped typing on his computer and looked at his friend.

"Since they left, he's been in a terrible mood. Why did he tell them to go? This man...," thought the dark-haired man.

At that moment, Elyse's image came to mind. He couldn't stop thinking about the girl who, according to her, didn't like men in suits and preferred motorcyclists dressed in black leather.

"At least you used protection, didn't you?" he heard suddenly. Stefan had half-turned toward his friend.

"Eh?" he asked, coming out of his astonishment