Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 348

Her eyes met mine. ‘After you left, when I finally had someone I cared about, I got it.”

She took a deep breath. “The old me wouldn’t care about the rumors, the leaked photos, or Thalia and Olivia’s targeting.”

My tears dried instantly as realization hit. “You’re… in love?”

Astrid hesitated before nodding. “A secret crush, really. I don’t want it affecting him or the company.”

“On your modeling agency boss?” I asked, surprised.

‘Yes.’

“Isn’t he like seven years older than you?”

“Age doesn’t matter,” she said quickly. “He’s just… really charming.”

I couldn’t believe it. The free-spirited Astrid who dragged me to race tracks and bars to meet college guys was now nursing a secret

crush?

I knew almost nothing about this modeling agency boss. He was notoriously private – despite his companies ranking among New York’s wealthiest, he never socialized with the elite. The rumors painted him as older, unattractive, and ill-tempered.

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when he lent us a luxury car which, ironically, turned out

this mysterious man, Astrid had transformed completely. The vibrant, fearless woman who never cared what others thought had become someone who

don’t care who you’re with,” I said, putting an arm around her shoulders. “Just don’t change yourself for any

bit her lip. “I haven’t changed. I just don’t want to cause problems. Besides, it probably won’t

as we walked toward the exit. “Now I get why you were so frustrated watching me

okay,” I told her. “Have your crush, fall in love if you want. I’ll always be

woke up in Sydney, I promised myself I’d protect Astrid the way she once protected me. During my month of training, I’d dream about becoming

eyes warm with trust.

again, I’ll knock her teeth out,” I

grabbed my arm,

I gave her

What the

luxury car parked at the mall entrance. The rear window rolled down to reveal Blake’s stone- cold face

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flinching. Unlike Astrid, I wasn’t shocked. This was textbook Blake

had been the same routine. Whenever

regardless of who started it, he’d demand that I

after me

whispered, tightening her grip. “Let’s

for that,” I said, gently pulling free. “You

struggling with Emma,” I added. “I’ll