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.

made breakfast today?”

had cooked his meals herself, but today’s food

said from now

quiet, too lazy to

figured she was just throwing a tantrum because he had ignored her

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Chapter 3

and drove to

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the mall building, she happened to see a giant poster hanging outside. On it was the brand ambassador chosen for Sinclair Group’s perfume this season–the same

gaze back and

know what it was about Sophie

took a deep breath

then. Now the doors

corner and saw a young man inside the studio wearing a black

not

Charles. Though silent, his beautiful eyes, now lowered, gave him

up. “Excuse

“1

his head to glance at her, and because he stopped moving,

hurriedly pushed open the glass door and walked inside. “Are

cheek a little red.

Her memory wasn’t wrong–this was indeed the studio she had

she had paid five years‘ rent in one lump sum,

amount.

word, like a socialite who had accidentally stepped into a back–alley gym, utterly

lowered his head, unfastened his gloves, and tossed them aside. He turned and opened the glass door, about to leave. Sweat

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