CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

The inherent aura of a young lady from a well-to-do family. Such nobility was unattainable by others. She envied them, those born as winners. Even though she had a pretty face, she could only work as a hostess in a nightclub.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Miranda's lips curved slightly as she asked, neither cold nor indifferent, "What are you here for?"

"Save me, the police are after me," Linda said, still filled with fear. Terrified at the sound of police sirens, she knew only Miranda could save her.

"Ruby, step out first. I need to talk to her alone," Miranda instructed her assistant.

"Okay," the assistant replied and left the room. Now, it was just the two of them and a pile of dress samples. There was also a balcony nearby.

Linda sat on a chair by the balcony, with a coffee table beside her, holding a cup of warm tea to warm her hands, speaking anxiously, "I have nowhere to turn now. The police will definitely catch me. I don't wan to go to jail. I don't want..."

however, remained calm, sipping her tea lightly. "What did

voice trembled, unable to shake off the guilt in

imprisonment. I can't go to jail. I'm afraid he'll confess and expose me. He's seen my face. I've harmed Nina so many times.

her speech wavering, completely immersed in

manage to stir up some

talking? How could I possibly

would provide her with an escape route. But

me, and that's why I went to harm her. It's because of you that I hurt