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

steadily. She had assumed that Persephone wouldn't handle high

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

"Nothing..."

didn't work out?" Persephone's

was startled, her heart pounding, but she forced a calm

you."

biting her lip hard. Her hatred toward Persephone burned

compare to that innate confidence,

spoons, while others fought tooth and nail, only

glared at Persephone's

Rebecca's efforts, she remained a mere supporting role by Persephone's

place remained the picturesque

what she liked,

he merely froze momentarily, then greeted her naturally as if none of the previous

composed, giving him a

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