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

meals herself, but today’s food clearly

Sinclair said from now on, we’ll handle

quiet, too

just throwing a tantrum because he had ignored her lately.

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Chapter 3

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giant poster hanging outside. On it was the brand ambassador chosen for Sinclair Group’s perfume this season–the same young starlet who had been fooling around with Charles last

gaze back and gripped the

spotlight. Yolanda didn’t know what

deep breath and

then. Now the doors were wide open, and all she

the corner and saw a young man inside the studio wearing a black T–shirt, boxing

was a bit long, his muscles elegant and well–defined, not overly bulky,

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

up.

“1

man turned his head to glance at her, and because he stopped moving, the bag

the glass door and walked

cheek a little red. Then he pressed his lips together

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

ago. Back then she had paid five years‘ rent in one

amount.

Yolanda stood there without a word, like a socialite

and opened the glass

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