Game Over No Second Chances

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Chapter 10

The headquarters of the Larson Group was several times larger than the Zarena Group.

At 4:00 pen, Serena stood in the CEO's office on the top floor Across from her, seated at his desk reviewing documents, was the man she was about to marry- Hugh Larson

Rumors claimed he was impotent

Unlike Zach's sharp and commanding presence, the man before her exuded an almost unnatural gentleness. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft glow on him, making him seem entirely unthreatening.

His skin was fair, making his features appear even more striking. The deep-set eyes, the sharp bridge of his nose, and the sculpted lips with a natural dush-he was undeniably good-looking

Perhaps she had been staring too intently, as Hugh slowly lifted his gaze.

In that instant, the gentle and harmless atmosphere vanished. The air grew tense, suffocating-

It was

An indescribable pressure radiated from his eyes, making Serena's heart tighten. She suddenly realized-it wasn't gentleness at all. It was sheer indifference.

"You're not Sarah," His deep, magnetic voice broke the silence.

Serena snapped out of her daze and straightened her back, showing no sign of weakness. “No. My name is Serena Jansen. I'm here to marry you."

flicker of something unreadable passed through

before him, with her bright eyes and striking features,

still just as fierce and untamed-but no

voice was low and compelling. "A last-minute replacement? Why should

hesitation, Serena answered, "Because Sarah thinks

the doorway, Chandler Moore, who had just

report, froze

have a death wish, daring to speak such words to Hugh's

of him. He only

but sincere. "This is a marriage of convenience.

curled slightly. He thought,

the man in Yellowbrook City was the one she loved and the reason

seconds. His dark eyes were calm, but something unreadable stirred beneath the

finally spoke, his voice was as indifferent as ever. "Did you bring your

hadn't expected that on the very afternoon of her return to Javerton City, she would be marrying a man she had just met a man rumored to have a hidden medical condition. And yet, there she was, standing in the courthouse a minute before closing, signing her name

marriage certificate in her hand, she felt a strange sense of disconnect. It was as if she had

in that moment, it felt like she had finally and completely severed all ties with

"Your contact information"

beside her, backlit by the

as he handed her his phone, the gesture was

exchanging numbers, the first message he sent was a city map. A few red circles marked various

were luxury penthouses in prime commercial districts. Others were serene townhouses in quiet suburban areas. There