The Wrong Woman

In the morning, they visited the event site. The team was busy setting up and decorating, and the basic framework of the venue was almost complete.

After working there for a while, they had to head to the branch office for a meeting.

The meeting started at 11:00 am and went on until 1:00 pm.

Candice sat in the corner, her stomach growling and she yawned frequently. She rubbed her tired neck, swaying gently in her seat.

When her gaze inadvertently met Elio's, she immediately straightened up, adopting a posture of utmost attention, even holding her breath. Anxious waves crashed over her.

Candice worried that Elio might have noticed her small fidgeting actions and found it absurd. She mentally scolded herself for being so careless.

As the meeting carried on, Sean appeared suddenly and whispered in Candice's ear. "Ms. Candice, please come with me."

Swiftly gathering her notebook, Candice inquired cautiously, "Is something wrong?"

gesture, Sean beckoned her to follow. She had

walked one after the other into a lounge area. Candice was

on the lounge chair. Mr.

and the others having lunch

Sean replied before leaving

awakening, she realized that Sadie and Emerson had already left. Strangely enough, Candice found herself instructed to stay by Elio's side. He was

tedious data reports and strategic discussions acted as a lullaby, lulling Candice into a

then, her phone vibrated in her pocket, breaking the monotony. Hastily retrieving it, she saw Mervyn's name flashing on screen. A smile tugged at her lips as she answered the call, muffling

expression gave away. She hunched down

she made, every smile and frown, was noticed

icy, anger spreading across his eyes, drawing his attention away from the

that a chilly atmosphere settled over the room. The

room, Candice whispered, "Merv, what's