"You..."

Lena sat quietly, absentmindedly twirling a fork in her hand, and then she chuckled.

"You want to discuss the email incident, don't you?" Chris inquired. "I'm aware of the nasty rumors circulating within the Thompson Group, but Zuko has identified the culprit. Those rumors will naturally die down.

"Lena, I don't see you as the type to manipulate others for personal gain, especially by cozying up to the wealthy. So, I believe there's nothing improper happening between you and the director."

"That's what I wanted to discuss." Her voice was gentle. "There's actually something between... us."

"What?"

"Chris." She emphasized, "He's my father."

After dinner, Chris left the condo and headed to the beach alone.

The autumn sea breeze carried a distinct chill, and the bright moon above resembled a teardrop from the sky.

His thoughts were in turmoil, and he sought the brisk sea breeze to find solace.

couldn't fathom

underworld. Her reputation wasn't exactly spotless,

falling into my mother's hands. In return for a favor, my mother saved Lina and gave her the gun

recognized that gun when I

now, right? You even questioned my sexual orientation. Ha... It's not like that. She's my sister, and Nicholas is my father. They're my only family in the

beach railing, his head lowered as

had read

but Lena was meticulous. She never left her diary unattended—it was always with her. Thus, he had only seen

writings, filled with admiration and adoration for Nicholas. She described

Lena's entries followed Krystal's.

through the diary's pages,

of events seemed one-sided. Lena treating Nicholas and Lina as family appeared to be her

Chris couldn't bring himself to tell

she spoke

comprehended why she had knelt in a certain direction that morning when he

was the day

lost her mother that

precisely because she had lost her mother that Nicholas

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255