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?"

For some reason, she felt that there seemed to be

steadily. She had assumed that Persephone wouldn't handle high heels well, that she might stumble outside

smiling. "You look off. Is something bothering

"Nothing..."

for didn't work out?" Persephone's pause was meaningful. "Is

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

just teasing you." Persephone

biting her lip hard. Her hatred toward

innate confidence, inherent nobility, and sense

tooth and nail, only to fall short of even having

glared at Persephone's

skills, Persephone possessed the whole world. Despite Rebecca's efforts, she remained

meeting place remained

what she

merely froze momentarily, then greeted her

remained composed, giving him a

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