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

eyes and striking features, slowly overlapped with the Etle girl from his memories

was still just as fierce and

voice was low and

"Because Sarah thinks

Moore, who had just been about

froze on the

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

cared about what people thought of him. He only raised an eyebrow slightly.

of convenience. There's no love

fingers curled slightly. He

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

for 30 seconds. His dark eyes were calm, but something unreadable stirred

as indifferent as ever. "Did you bring your

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

marriage certificate in her hand, she felt a strange sense of disconnect. It was as if she had stepped into an entirely different

it felt like she had finally and

"Your contact information"

pulled her back from her thoughts. He stood beside

handed her his phone, the gesture

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

townhouses in quiet