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 Hugh's

features, slowly overlapped with the Etle girl

just as fierce and untamed-but

his hands, his voice was low and compelling. "A last-minute replacement? Why

"Because Sarah thinks you're

Moore, who had just been about to knock

report, froze on

have a death wish, daring to speak such words

him. He only raised an eyebrow

answer nothing but sincere. "This is a marriage of convenience. There's no love involved.

fingers curled slightly.

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

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

his voice was as indifferent as ever.

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

a strange sense of disconnect.

she had finally and completely severed all

"Your contact information"

voice pulled her back from her thoughts. He stood beside her, backlit by the fading sunlight, his expression distant

handed her his

message he sent was a city map. A few red circles marked various

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