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?"

there seemed to be something more beneath the surface

she noticed that while Persephone was wearing high heels and walking this distance, she moved steadily. She had assumed that Persephone wouldn't handle high heels well, that she

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

"Nothing..."

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

pounding, but

teasing you."

her lip hard. Her hatred toward Persephone burned like a flame

confidence, inherent nobility, and sense

others fought tooth and nail, only to fall

at

possessed the whole world. Despite Rebecca's efforts, she remained a mere supporting role by

place remained

what she

merely froze momentarily, then greeted her naturally as if none

composed, giving

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