Rebecca froze, an instant chill running down her spine.

In a panic, she mentally reviewed everything. Though she liked Morpheus, Persephone had been in Southeast Aciatic at that time. They had been separated, so there was no way Persephone could have known about her interest in Morpheus.

Rebecca composed herself. Maybe her panic was just due to feeling guilty.

Given Persephone's intellect, she wouldn't suspect a thing.

"Rebecca, why are you standing there? Let's go together," Persephone urged.

"Oh..." Rebecca responded. "Ms. Hamerton, maybe I shouldn't come. It's your date with Mr. Orton. It might not be appropriate for me to tag along."

"Why does that matter?" Persephone smiled innocently. "You're my personal assistant. Naturally, you're responsible for my every move. It's not inappropriate for you to be with me."

"Ms—"

"Let's go." Persephone took her hand. "You probably haven't met Morpheus, have you?"

felt that there seemed to be something more

Persephone was wearing high heels and walking this distance, she moved steadily. She had

up with you?" Persephone kept smiling. "You look off. Is

"Nothing..."

something you aimed for didn't work out?" Persephone's pause

startled, her heart pounding, but she

teasing you."

hard. Her hatred toward

couldn't compare to that innate confidence, inherent nobility,

spoons, while others fought tooth and nail, only to fall short

glared at

whole world. Despite Rebecca's efforts, she remained a mere supporting

and Morpheus' meeting place

ordered what she liked,

then greeted her naturally as

giving him a

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