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

herself, but today’s food clearly

did,” a maid said. “Mrs. Sinclair said

too

was just throwing a tantrum because he had ignored her lately. A few gifts

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Chapter 3

followed her memory and drove to the

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she passed by 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 young starlet

her gaze back and gripped the steering

name was Sophie Sutton, a girl Charles had personally brought into the spotlight. Yolanda didn’t know what it was about Sophie

deep breath and pressed the gas

She had rented the entire top floor back then. Now the doors were wide open, and all she

saw a young man inside the studio wearing a

not overly bulky, carrying a

his beautiful eyes,

up. “Excuse

“1

because he stopped moving, the bag swung back and hit

the glass door and

his head, his cheek a little red. Then he pressed his lips together

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

five years‘ rent in one lump sum, which was

amount.

a boxing room. Yolanda stood there without a word, like a socialite who had accidentally stepped into a back–alley gym,

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

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