Juliette wore an expression of almost helpless despair on her face. "I've looked into your accomplishments in Sumanthova over the past two years, Josie. Each one is quite remarkable. But anything before that, I can't find anything. When will you tell me about your past?"

Juliette suddenly became particularly talkative, but Josie didn't believe that Juliette could be interested in her.

"Juliette, considering your status, you could have anyone as a friend whenever you wish. Why are you suddenly asking me these things?" Josie asked.

As Juliette gripped the steering wheel, her profile was stunningly beautiful. "I think you give me a special feeling," she said.

Special? Josie was pleased, but she still chose to keep her feelings hidden. "The past cannot be changed, but the future is still within our grasp."

She had always believed that past hurts should not be casually brought up for discussion, even if the person involved was her own boss, or someone secretly in love with Dexter.

Juliette didn't press further, choosing to let it go. She escorted Josie back to the office building, and they both got on the elevator together.

hushed tone, "Don't take it to heart. I only hope that one day, we can become genuine

she let out a low gasp.

had a patch of red between her legs. It was likely that she was on her period, but she

was the first to notice. Immediately, she took off her own coat and tied it around the other

embarrassed, repeatedly expressing her gratitude. Luckily, I haven't left the elevator.

supplies? If you don't, tell me your floor

head, mentioning she had supplies in her

and return your clothes. Please tell me

down her contact information for that

cleaning that latest Prada autumn-winter coat, its value will inevitably decrease significantly. Yet, she seems utterly unconcerned about it. What a fool... At the

see Dexter

was quietly parked in the yard, bathed in the glow of the streetlight. The servants were bustling about, a

find Justin sitting on the steps at the entrance, smoking one cigarette after another. A pile of cigarette butts lay at

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