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“You’re wrong,” Rebecca fired back. “You’re not in my heart at all. Whether you live or die, I couldn’t care less.”

“So why are you here?” Jeffrey countered, refusing to believe her. “Don’t tell me Stephen asked you to come- if you really didn’t want to be here, even if he put a knife to your throat, you wouldn’t take a single step.”

After five years together, Jeffrey knew Rebecca like the back of his hand.

If it wasn’t her own choice, nothing–no threat or reward–could make her do something she didn’t want.

“Maybe that was true before, but after everything that’s happened, I’m not as set in my ways anymore,” Rebecca said. “Stephen’s the Hanson family’s eldest son–he’s got serious connections. Pissing him off doesn’t do me any favors right now.”

Jeffrey watched her intently, his dark eyes never leaving her face.

Rebecca went on, “I just came to take a look at you–it’s no loss to me.”

“You’re not the type to compromise just for resources, Jeffrey asserted confidently.

“Then you really don’t know me at all,” Rebecca shot back. Since the divorce, she’d grown up a lot and seen her fair share of drama. “Just a few days ago, I was actually smiling and raising my glass to people who looked down on me, playing nice and saying sweet things.”

Jeffrey didn’t believe a word of it.

Rebecca’s name might sound gentle, but her backbone was anything but soft.

She never bothered to toast or sweet–talk those who looked down on her–she’d either ignore them or do something to make them eat their words.

“If you don’t believe me, go ask anybody who was at that dinner,” Rebecca said, determined to make him let go of his old illusions about her. Maybe then they could finally stop getting tangled up with each other, and he wouldn’t have to keep getting all twisted up inside, caring about her while struggling to hold it all back.

He used to love that she was so real, so uncomplicated–always straight–up, never one for games or drama.

But now, she wasn’t that girl anymore.

“I’ve got things to do, so I’m heading out,” Rebecca said, glancing at the time. She needed to get back and finish her bid proposal. “I’ll come see you again this evening.”

She didn’t stick around for even a moment.

Rebecca grabbed her bag and phone and, on her way out, spotted Stanley and Gregory. She just gave a quick update: “Jeffrey’s all good for now–not feeling sick or anything, and he’s in pretty decent spirits.”

“Got it. Thanks for your help,” Gregory replied with a slight nod.

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“Mark, let’s roll,” Rebecca said, heading out together with him.

After watching them leave, Stanley and Gregory headed into the hospital room together.

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little tense. The two exchanged a glance, and Stanley broke the silence with a playful smirk. “What’s with that look? Rebecca didn’t cheer

the past month,” Jeffrey demanded, Rebecca’s words still echoing

to say more

a calm,

shot–he could feel his

freaked

does he want

you always keeping tabs on her?” Jeffrey asked, drawing out each word, his tone sharp and

Ms. Jensen’s situation, I haven’t looked into anything about her,” Gregory said, keeping his cool as he lied through his teeth. “Whatever I

fixed his gaze on him, just quietly

believe a single word

on that,” Stanley chimed in, clearly stirring the pot. “It was

you can’t tell me everything Rebecca’s been up to lately in the next ten seconds, pack your bags and go join his team at the

Gregory: “!”

at Stanley, panic flashing in his eyes. ‘What do I do? Should I just

him a subtle nod. Just

furrowed in distress. ‘But Mr. Hanson told me straight up not to dig into Ms. Jensen’s business. What if

him a glance. “Then

Gregory: “..

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Stanley: “Huh?”

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face for? Is being my assistant really such a blow

seconds left,” Jeffrey reminded him, his

sir,” Gregory blurted out, already on his

had his laptop open and

gave a helpful rundown, “This is everything that’s happened to Ms.

how people

every

through the folders,

and her clashes with the Quinn family—no mention of her personal life whatsoever. Gregory clearly

a bit flustered. He’d only put this together in case Jeffrey

clicked on the

had gone to this month—and all the

[Rebecca, you’re good–looking. If I was loaded,

yours, why bust your ass on projects? Just let some guy spoil you

let’s drink! Tonight, nobody’s leaving till we’re

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