A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 11

When Matilda awoke the next day, she readied herself for a visit to Yvan’s corporate fortress. She applied a touch of makeup, donned a lightweight trench coat, and stepped into her heels before heading out.

As she stepped outside, her phone buzzed with a call from Gideon. “Is Logan really with him? Sis, are you sure you’re okay on your own?”

Taking a deep breath as the breeze tousled her hair, Matilda reassured him, “I’m fine, bro. Don’t worry–I’ll call you if anything comes up. Focus on your business trip.”

After a litany of brotherly cautions, Gideon finally hung up.

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Matilda lifted the bustling street, determination etched in her eyes, and hailed a cab to the Boyd Group.

Once there, she paid the fare and stepped out into the throng of morning commuters. Her arrival didn’t go unnoticed; heads turned to take in her slender figure swathed in the billowing trench coat, which caught the morning light and framed her with a golden aura.

The woman who strode through the front doors had a striking face, especially her eyes–sharp as tempered steel, fierce and cold. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, and her pale face carried a mix of tension and chill as she quickly approached the reception.

The receptionist was

stammer, “Can I helpmentarily stunned by the commanding presence but managed to

stammer, “Can I help you? Who are you here to see?”

“Yvan.”

that everyone else referred to with such

“But ma’am, to see Mr. Boyd, you’ll need an appointment…”

had already sparked

for Mr.

keep it down. The way she’s walking–she’s got to have

Maybe she’s Mr.

isn’t Rachel Archer the apple

like a knife, but she managed a smile so jarring it could haunt

Yvan will see

the receptionist could inquire further about the confident visitor, a

you doing

one who had greeted her from

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Chapter 11

in with a knowing smile and eyes that

Yvan, huh?” he said,

neighboring city knew this lady, the receptionist quickly waved her through. The onlookers