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."

something unreadable passed through Hugh's

and striking features,

was still just as fierce

hands, his voice was low

Serena answered, "Because Sarah thinks

the doorway, Chandler Moore, who had

report, froze on

have a death wish, daring to speak such

thought of him. He only

flashed a smile, her answer nothing but sincere. "This is a marriage of convenience. There's no love involved. Why would I

fingers curled slightly. He

wondered if the man in Yellowbrook City was the

dark eyes were calm, but something unreadable

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

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

of disconnect. It was as if

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

"Your contact information"

stood beside her,

he handed her his phone, the gesture was

a city map. A few red

districts. Others were serene townhouses in quiet suburban areas. There was even a riverside villa, elegant and