Chapter 3

Chapter 3

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The next morning, Yolanda was ready to head out when she ran into Charles coming downstairs.

He wore a dark suit, his 6’2” frame giving off a heavy sense of pressure. Seeing her at the door, he frowned.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

Yolanda bent down at the entryway to change her shoes. She had shed her usual softness and dressed sharp. “I want to check on my old studio.”

She had once co–invested in a studio that trained talents, but after getting married, she barely managed it.

Now she still had some savings left to put in, and she had signed a few talents before—she wanted to see how they were doing.

Charles’s face darkened. “Sixty thousand dollars a month in allowance isn’t enough?”

He thought she should stay home, a vase waiting for him to come back. For the past two years, she had done just that.

Yolanda felt a tightness in her chest. Her shoes were on. “I want to go back to work.”

His eyes lingered on her for a few seconds before he looked away, his tone flat again. “Suit yourself.”

He believed she would come back defeated soon enough, once she saw how harsh the outside world was.

He walked to the dining table and noticed breakfast was different.

breakfast today?”

cooked his meals herself, but today’s food clearly

Sinclair said from now on, we’ll handle

too lazy to

she was just throwing a tantrum because he had ignored her lately.

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Chapter 3

followed her memory and drove

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brand ambassador chosen for Sinclair Group’s perfume this season–the same young starlet who had

back and gripped

didn’t know what it was about Sophie that obsessed

took a deep breath and pressed the

ten–minute drive. She had rented the entire top floor back then. Now the doors were wide open, and all she could hear was the sound

corner and saw a young man inside the studio wearing a black T–shirt, boxing gloves on his hands, hitting the bag

and well–defined, not overly bulky, carrying a raw youthfulness. He was

He looked younger than Charles. Though silent, his beautiful eyes, now lowered, gave him a charm

up.

“1

his head to glance at her, and because he stopped moving, the bag swung back and

glass door

tilted his head, his cheek a little red. Then he pressed his

around. Her memory wasn’t wrong–this was indeed the

years‘ rent in

amount.

a boxing room. Yolanda stood there without a word, like a socialite who had

tossed them aside. He turned and opened the glass door, about to leave. Sweat dripped from his hair, his expression tight,

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