The air in the room was still.

"Bella."

Clarice heard the name clearly. Alarm bells went off in her mind.

The Boss had promised her that the drug would completely disrupt the emotional system and that it would erase all lingering affection for Bella. He assured her that Justin would no longer feel anything for his former lover.

If that were true, why was he mentioning that woman again?

Justin stared at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes unfocused. He had always believed that he did not need anyone in his life. Yet, when he absentmindedly called out for Bella, he felt an undeniable emptiness. A hollow space echoed deep inside him, and it refused to be ignored.

He had not yet realized that this echo existed because his heart had never truly forgotten Bella.

his thoughts, a pair of delicate hands glided over his shoulders, slipping around his neck. A faint, alluring scent drifted into his

eyes soft

gray fabric of his tie. Her voice was soft and persuasive. "Let me help

her tiptoes,

just as he parted his lips to speak, a set

to see Arnold's cold expression

and Clarice appeared deeply entangled, as

blood in his body surged furiously, rushing straight

don't misunderstand. Mr. Justin seemed to be having trouble with his tie, and

cold sneer, and he marched directly

his hand and delivered a vicious

side, and a red imprint of Arnold's

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