Game Over No Second Chances

Chapter 365

Serena had always been a sucker for Zach's sweet talk, but resentment simmered beneath the surface.

She knew she was never wrong when she spoke her mind, yet people still

dismissed her, as if she were nothing more than a decorative accessory on Zach's

arm.

The backlash even worsened when Zach tried to put his foot down. That crowd didn't retreat-they doubled down.

Some subordinates had crossed the line so many times that Serena eventually stopped going to the Zarena Group altogether.

But Hugh was different. Why did he seem to value her more than Zach ever had?

The question tugged at her, and she couldn't hold it back anymore. "Anyone who works under you must be talented. There's no need for them to change them just because of me."

"You're my wife. Your honor is mine. If they can't respect you, they don't respect

me.

"And any employee who disrespects their boss doesn't deserve to stay around. That kind of person isn't loyal—and loyalty is everything."

His sharp eyes met hers. At a red light, the neon lights outside flickered across his face, catching in his eyes like shards of stained glass-brilliant, serious, and striking.

mistreated. And I

the silence that followed, Serena could hear

just a good ally. He was a thoughtful and kind friend. That realization brought a

"Thank you."

Hugh said while starting the car

pick you up so we can make it to the dock on time.

her head. "If you're staying up, I'll stay up

of socialites is already a huge deal. Isn't it a bit over the top

party. What kind of spectacle would their wedding

big shots? The thought alone made her feel a tight knot of pressure

the Larson family —and it has

Not a single

a quiet breath and nodded.

just hoped she wouldn't have to

out the window, Hugh's gaze fell

All instruments are custom- made by top craftsmen. We've also brought in a gardener to prepare

place-her food, clothes, lodging. All customized to

Every last detail had been handled exactly as he'd ordered. Everything

sky was still

like whispers