She entered the elevator slowly and reached Mark’s office.

Mark was preparing for a meeting.

Upon seeing her, he asked nonchalantly, “Mrs. Wilson, what brings you here?”

Dressed in an elegant silk blouse, an overcoat, and sheepskin boots, complemented by a classic Dior pearl necklace, she exuded a captivating charm.

However, Mark didn’t seem to appreciate her finely-tuned appearance.

With a forced smile, Cathy replied, “Words have it that Miss Fowler has reached Czanch. You must be delighted, right?”

Mark had largely ignored her, only displaying a reaction

leave the room first. After they were alone, he took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a drag. His

yes, partly because of our past. I

heartless?” Cathy retorted, her voice

Cecilia was the only one who could attract Mark’s attention. What about her injured hand? Couldn’t it even

on his cigarette before stubbing it

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don’t think you are suitable to work here anymore. I’ve made arrangements to transfer you to a subsidiary company. You’ll receive a good salary there, and I believe you’ll be

decisively, which would transferred her to the company

emitted a brief gasp,

aside just because she’s here, right? Mark, you can’t even let me

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