The evening drizzle cast a somber tune against the windowpanes of a cozy suburban home.

Mara lounged in the living room after dismissing her evening help, swirling a glass of Cabernet as she stared blankly at the ceiling. The front door swung open, but Mara did not flinch.

A chill draft swept through, prompting Mara to frown. "Ever heard of closing the door?"

"Always such a stickler for details, aren't you?"

At the doorway, a woman shook off her umbrella, her stilettos clicking on the hardwood floor as she strode in.

The rhythmic tap of the heels only heightened Mara's irritation, her frown growing deeper. "You've never had an ounce of manners."

The woman sat down, her flawless features stark against Mara's scar-streaked visage.

Eyeing the woman's perfect complexion, Mara's gaze turned venomous, a visceral urge to shatter her wine glass and scar that pristine face.

To aerate the expensive wine with her blood!

"Gillian, didn't I tell you to cover that revolting face when you see me?"

This was the woman who had once been incarcerated for willful harm, Gillian Ashford!

Gillian snorted with contempt, crossing her long legs. "Compared to yours, I think my face is the least of our worries."

Mara stood abruptly, fury in her eyes, and for a moment, she wanted nothing more than to throttle the life out of Gillian.

Gillian, however, nonchalantly gestured. "Sit down and listen to what I have to say, or you'll regret it."

Mara clenched her jaw, reluctantly sitting back down.

lapdogs, Gillian. Do you think you're still the darling of Sea City? I've got news for you - you're nothing now. So quit parading around like you're high and mighty,

snapped back, "Do you think you're any

saint, and

until a clap of thunder

a moment, Gillian produced two photographs from her

Elite University, aiming for a master's in finance, and he's the heir to the

look, picking up Aaron's

season's champion. He's also Vivienne's protege. He seems quite taken with her, collecting all sorts of information on

the one doing this? Luring men is more your speed. Your goal

is serious. Don't forget our

master, Mara shivered, her tone becoming more subdued. "What

Elite University. He seems to be in touch with Anna from Vanguard Agency, and that woman

you," Mara finished her wine in one gulp, clearly dismissing

had been one of convenience; Mara was from the Boyd family, a family with a

Gillian said

the rain grew heavier, Mara sat in the dark, clutching Aaron's photo

"Vivienne, just wait."

was fragrant with the scent of cherry blossoms, the air fresh

Aaron's mood was

apartment between the university and the company, though he had kept his dorm

campus, peace had been scarce

by the sight of a freshly showered Kenneth, casually

raining? Close the door! It's cold," Kenneth said nonchalantly, grabbing a

and

the door open, passersby got an eyeful of

Close the door," Kenneth rushed

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