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

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

fierce and

the file in his hands, his voice was low and compelling. "A last-minute replacement? Why should agree

answered, "Because

the doorway, Chandler Moore, who had just been about to knock

report, froze on the

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

never cared about what people thought of him. He only raised

marriage of

slightly.

the

dark eyes were calm, but something unreadable

his voice was as indifferent as ever. "Did

just met a man rumored to have a hidden

strange sense of disconnect. It

moment, it felt like she had finally and completely severed

"Your contact information"

her thoughts. He stood beside her, backlit by the fading sunlight, his

he handed her his

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

districts. Others were serene townhouses in quiet suburban areas. There was