"Miss Lydia, are you alright? Maybe you should go to the hospital or call Mr. Quincy."

"The stuff online isn't always true, don't worry too much about it."

"Yeah, don't let it get to you."

The people who were gossiping just moments ago suddenly acted concerned, crowding around Lydia with worried faces. But their concern didn't warm her, it left her feeling cold.

Ignoring their offers to help, Lydia grabbed one of the employees from the planning department and asked, "Where is Quincy?"

The planning department was right next to Quincy's office. The employee informed her that Quincy was inside his office, but the door was locked.

she arrived, she found the door locked, and even Quincy's assistant was standing outside, unable to enter. "Miss Lydia, you're here! We can't get in. Quincy saw something on his phone earlier and then locked us all out," the assistant

in annoyance. "I hope he opens the door soon. There's an important meeting in half an hour, and we don't

talk about it face-to-face! It's not

advised, "Miss Lydia, you should stop. Look at your hand, it's

Lydia didn't listen, continuing to knock

this? If I didn't open the door,

say much, only asking if

into a pot of water that was slowly heating up. The water uncoiling yet, but the uncertainty was unbearable. She was caught in a painful limbo,

up, "Quincy, you've probably seen

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