"Forgive me, Bia! I didn’t know something like this would happen. I’m truly sorry.”
Amora clasped her hands above her head, bowing deeply in front of her coworker, Biana Curtiz. They were in the storage room of WW Mart, taking a lunch break.
Last night, Biana contacted her to inquire about what happened at work. She was very angry with Amora after learning about her dismissal.
Even though Amora tried to explain at that time, Biana didn't give her a chance and abruptly ended the call.
Amora knows she deserves Biana's resentment, but she needs to apologize and explain directly to her. After all, she was the one who caused Biana to lose one of her valuable jobs.
Biana's stoic face stared directly at Amora, who still bowed in remorse. She let out a long sigh. Her eyes had been swollen since this morning.
“Is what you said true?” Biana asked, wanting to confirm what she had j
The sun was already high above the Royal Dragon office building. Regis had just finished his meeting with a few of his trusted subordinates.Mark walked alongside him, busy reading Regis's next schedule on his tablet.“This afternoon, you have a meeting with some company executives at the Luxury Hotel. Regarding your accident-damaged car, it was brought to the parking lot of this building this morning. You can check it later.”Regis just nodded. He paused briefly when he reached his office. He remembered the instructions he had given Mark before attending the meeting earlier.With one hand in his pants pocket, Regis turned to Mark and asked, “Did you ask the Baymoon Restaurant to give tips to Miss Curtiz? Have they rehired her?”Mark nodded slightly.Following Regis's orders last night, Mark immediately looked into the woman named Bian
Regis clasped his hands together and looked at Mark with eager anticipation. His intention to get back to work was momentarily put on hold. His sharp eyes fixed on Mark."Go on, what brilliant idea do you have, Mark?" Regis commanded his assistant.Mark cleared his throat awkwardly and spoke cautiously, fearing his suggestion might backfire on him, "Well, you could find someone to pretend to be your partner, Sir. That way, your father might stop pushing you.""Pretend?"Regis was quite surprised by his assistant's suggestion. It was beyond his expectations. However, he thought there might be some truth to what Mark was saying.His father had always been worried about his marriage. Although many women tried to get close to Regis, he dismissed them all.Regis had never thought about a serious relationship leading to marriage. To him, it was better not to be tie
"Young Master, I've registered as a match seeker on the Blind Date App and signed up for VIP membership to keep my identity confidential," reported Mark, now back in Regis's office.Following Regis's orders, he had to register himself as a match seeker. Regis glanced at him briefly after hearing his report.Regis's fingers were still busy scrolling through his phone, reading articles about the accident he was involved in. He hoped to find useful information from the articles but found nothing significant."Continue," Regis ordered indifferently, noticing that his assistant was waiting for a response.Clearing his throat, Mark continued, "As per your instructions, I've filled out the criteria you requested."Mark handed his tablet to Regis and added, "Here is a list of women scheduled for the blind dates from tomorrow afternoon to evening. There are thirty-two in total."One of Regis's eyebrows lifted. He glanced at Mark and said, "Looks like you're quite popular, Mark. I thought you'd
The elevator doors opened. Regis had just arrived at the second basement level, where its top executives parked their cars.His eyes scanned the area, searching for the red metallic Aston Martin he had used seven years ago.His gaze settled on a man in his thirties wiping the windshield of his car. This was Albert Parker, Regis’s personal driver.Regis walked over to him. Albert had been working for Regis since his recovery from the hospital seven years ago.Although Albert was initially hired by Diego to monitor Regis’s movements, his performance had always impressed Regis.Because of this, Albert was especially trusted to take care of and clean every car Regis planned to use.Busy cleaning the rear window and humming a tune, Albert didn’t notice Regis’s presence and was startled when he saw Regis standing beside the car.“Young Master,” Albert stammered, stopping his work.Regis nodded slightly.“Do you need to go somewhere?” Albert asked, puzzled.Usually, Mark would notify him if
"Congratulations on your upcoming wedding, Amora! Your fiancé is the dream man for many women. You're truly lucky!"A broad smile curled on Amora Lysander's lips as her best friend, Chelsea Harrison, congratulated her. There was no denying the joy blooming in her heart, as her moment of happiness was just around the corner.In one week, Amora would become the wife of Chris Walden. A year ago, she met her future husband at an annual event for the Lysander company. She fell in love with him, and fortunately, her feelings were reciprocated. Their relationship was blessed by both families.Amora was attending her bachelorette party, organized by her college friends. The party was held in an exclusive, private lounge at a luxurious five-star hotel.The sound of pounding music and singing enlivened the small party in the room. Two young women, already drunk, were dancing on the table, while two others were busy cheering and clapping.Amora Lysander shook her head slightly and laughed at the
"Wh-What?"Amora's forehead furrowed. She couldn't quickly digest his words due to the influence of the alcohol she had consumed, but one thing she knew for certain was that this man would kill her if she didn't obey his words.Before Amora could respond, the man had already pulled her out of the room. To preserve her life and escape this bizarre situation, Amora could only surrender herself to follow the killer's demands.They hurried down the hotel corridor. Faintly, Amora heard several people chasing them from behind. More precisely, they were chasing the killer!'What on earth is this?' Amora screamed in her mind, her face astonished.Despite her head still feeling hazy from the alcohol, she could sense the danger surrounding her. In an instant, fear filled her mind.However, Amora could feel the reassuring strength flowing from the hand that gripped hers tightly, belonging to the man walking in front of her.'What is this strange feeling?' she wondered. Amora's heart raced faster
Amora swallowed hard. Her eyes widened as she saw the muscular back of a stranger lying beside her. Her gaze turned to horror as she noticed the terrifying dragon head tattoo on the person's back.‘What happened to me? Wasn't I with Chelsea and the others last night? How did I end up here?’Amora’s hazel eyes blinked repeatedly, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling. She was utterly shocked to find herself naked under a thin blanket.She tried to get up quickly, but an intense pain between her legs stopped her in her tracks.Her head throbbed painfully. She clutched the sides of her head, trying to piece together her memories. Laughter, congratulations, and the sound of her friends’ voices echoed in her mind, followed by images of her drinking continuously.Amora realized she had gotten drunk. Her eyes widened as flashes of the passionate night she spent with the man beside her played rapidly in her head. Instantaneously, she turned to look at him.“I ... with him….”Amora quickly covered
"You're still not going to talk, huh?"An old man's booming voice echoed through the Lysander family's living room. Amora was kneeling on the floor, her head bowed low.Amora stared at the feet of the old man standing before her, holding a cane. He was Charlie Lysander, her grandfather.Slap!Suddenly, a harsh slap from the old man landed on Amora's cheek. The force of the slap knocked her to the floor.Amora's eyes widened in shock. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she clutched her burning cheek. She hadn't expected her grandfather to slap her for her silence."Enough, Charlie! Do you have to hit her like this?"An elderly woman in a wheelchair quickly interrupted Charlie as he prepared to slap Amora again. The woman was Gilda Orlena, Amora's grandmother, and Charlie's wife.Slowly, Charlie lowered his hand and snorted in frustration."A slap isn't enough for her!" He snapped.Charlie’s face was furious. He was enraged by the foolish thing his granddaughter had done the night before