Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Farley, gaining a sudden burst of confidence, blurted out, "Why are you fussing about? Just get Murray out here! We got beef with him!"

The assistant, who was already on edge, furrowed her brows even tighter, ready to call security. Just then, Murray emerged from the conference room. "Mr. Sherwood..." You could feel the relief in the assistant's voice, like she had finally found something to hold onto.

Murray had just wrapped up a business negotiation and spotted two janitors and his assistant blocking his office door from afar.

Hearing the janitors' ranting, and piecing it together with what Beverley had mentioned a few days ago, he quickly figured out who they were. "You go ahead; I've got this," he gestured to his assistant, then opened his office door.

Without a word, Maisie and Farley strutted in.

Murray took a moment to size them up.

The woman's skin was slightly loose, a sign of aging, with sunken eyes, yet her youthful beauty was still discernible beneath the signs of time. Unfortunately, her sharp chin and thin lips, paired with her darting eyes, painted a picture of someone shrewd and harsh.

Millie shared her features closely; the mother-daughter pair bore a striking resemblance.

As for Farley...

and thug attire, he

assessing them, Maisie was also sizing

protagonist straight out of a TV drama,

the brand, the diamonds embedded in it were undeniably expensive. That

in Maisie's eyes, so intense she nearly skipped straight to

a little money to

rushing. They had come this far; she

In

justice, "You're Murray? You're the one who knocked up my daughter

Murray's laugh was cold, not reaching

you, how would she end up like this? You heartbreaker! Leaving my

her hand, ready to charge, but the