Chapter 60: Declined Cards

Fiona stood in the center of the living room, and surveyed the properties of the flat Ewan had given to her.

The properties were high class; very expensive. The flat was beautiful too and tastefully furnished; with the artistic designs on the wall, with the vintage throw pillows on fitting sofas, with the two master bedrooms and a good view of the city,

But there was no Ewan. The flat wasn’t Ewan’s mansion either. And for that, she was unsatisfied.

Scratching the inside of her palm, she screamed, again and again—someway to transfer the aggression she was feeling concerning the chaos she found herself in.

Then she looked at her bags on the floor, and sighed angrily, remembering the cab she had taken.

Her father hadn’t even helped her to drop them, knowing she had no car of her own! As a matter of fact, he hadn’t spoken a word since their return from Athena’s office.

His company has fallen into a worse state since then.

She had checked, and although she didn’t understand much about the market, she understood the comments she saw from the netizens—that if care wasn’t taken, her father’s company would fold up.

Still, is that why he should ignore her? Didn’t he care about her own feelings?

She slumped into one of the sofas, sighing in relief at the comfort.

At least Ewan had cared enough to give her the best furniture.

However, how will she go about getting him back?

She couldn’t let him go. Over her dead body!

Her stomach grumbled then, alerting her to her hungry state.


Standing up, she checked the refrigerator first, believing that Ewan had stocked it up with food at least.

But she met the shock of her life.

was not

shut the

marched to the kitchen, to check for the

notice that the kitchen was bare except for pans and pots, which were still

Was Ewan expecting her to work with

in frustration. She hasn’t worked since Ewan took

had a billionaire

the tides have turned now. What

living room, and seeing her five bags on

a nanny in the very least? Someone who knew her way

was made to be served, not to serve, not even


the center table, and walked out of the apartment. She needed to

stopped at an expensive restaurant and walked

engaged. So, till then, she intended to make full use

the most expensive dish on the

if it will be

food arrived, she ate to her full, utilizing the waiter assigned to

bringing more side dishes, one after the other. She couldn’t wait to be free

Fiona was done, she was

thousands of dollars she had just spent on just food alone, she took

her woes for the evening had come to an

on her face as she swiped again, and the same result occurred.

cleaning her lips with

to Fiona. "The card


the

waiter? Where’s your boss? How dare you

antics, didn’t bother replying. She

he had been doing—after hearing that their esteemed guest was having troubles—and

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