A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 62

She finished speaking and just walked away, a brisk breeze following her departure. Her slender figure swayed in the cool air, her back resolute and unbending.

It was the second time Yvan had watched Matilda leave, and with each turn, he felt she was drifting further away from him…

The blond man remained, chuckling to himself before asking Keaton, “Did they get a divorce or something?”

Keaton rolled his eyes, “Can we not? They split up five years ago, dude.”

“What’s she been up to since then?”

After a long pause, Keaton replied, “Did time. But I don’t run in her circles much, not clear on the details.”

Keaton blinked, then smiled. “So, she’s got a past like mine, huh?”

His smile carried an inscrutable depth, making his friend frown. “Cut it out; don’t even think about hitting on Matilda. We may not be close, but even as an outsider, it doesn’t sit well with me. Besides, I don’t believe Matilda’s that kind of person.”

unconditionally, untainted by murky romantic feelings, simply a form of

all, not all interactions between men and women are tainted like

up, a fair few people worked

heard this, tears would have

obtuse. They come from esteemed backgrounds, and their most prized possession is their unyielding integrity. A woman like Matilda, with eyes so defiant, how

heard about Matilda’s imprisonment, many in their circle used their connections, discreetly or otherwise, to help out. Some asked questions and offered support; others simply wanted the full story, to watch the video evidence and find.

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Matilda didn’t even know. According to Keaton, some were from

in her

in the end, none could match the clout of a single

perpetual scene of debauchery and dominating CEOS from trashy novels. They

sympathy and awe. Even Yvan’s close friends wanted to help this