His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Eliza clutched the hefty pen, her eyes lingering over the blank space on the paper, a storm of hesitation swirling within her. Finally, she exhaled deeply and scrawled her name across the page. Audrey couldn't have been happier. A satisfied smile tugged at her lips as she gracefully slid a credit card from her purse and placed it in front of Eliza. "Here's some money to get you started. If it runs out, just come back to me." Eliza shook her head quickly, "Mom, I've got enough."

"My dear," Audrey gently stroked Eliza's hand, her gaze tender and full of meaning, "What I'm giving you isn't just money-it's a piece of my heart. In the world of the rich, if a woman only knows how to lean on a man, she'll eventually find herself in a sorry state. Being able to stand on your own two feet is the only way to truly steer your own destiny."

In this world, the only real protector you have is yourself. She hoped Eliza would grasp this truth. "Thanks, Mom." Eliza felt the weight of her mother's trust and promised herself she'd give it her all.

...

The renovation on the thirteenth floor was coming along quickly. From the decor to the design of the new logo, Eliza was deeply involved in every step. During her lunch break, she hopped into the elevator heading to the CEO's office. The place was eerily quiet at this hour. She wasn't sure if Casper was around since he often went out for lunch with Dillon in the past.

The CEO's office had been relocated and revamped, and this was her first visit. The door had a keypad lock, and if Casper wasn't inside, Eliza was stuck. As she reached the office, she bumped into Summer. Summer, who didn't recognize her, walked by with her chin held high, exuding arrogance. Eliza was about to ask if Casper was in when Summer strutted past her without a glance.

Eliza had to call out, "Summer, is Casper in?"

eyelids finally lowering to see Eliza. "Mr. Casper isn't here. If you need him, come

and wait?" Eliza asked, unfazed

need with Mr. Casper? I'm his secretary;

Eliza kept it short and

eyes narrowing at Eliza with increased contempt. "Mr. Casper doesn't handle personal matters during work. I

about to leave when Eliza called out again, "Whether he

Casper. How about

and suspicion. "Are you related to Mr.

figuring her family connection

for anything that