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Chapter 0036

Candice paused briefly before asking, “You took that picture?”

“It was just an impulsive click,” he admitted, feeling a bit ashamed.

He knew it was an invasion of Candice’s privacy, especially after witnessing Alex escort her from the private room later that night. At the time of posting, he had not thought much of it.

But now, regret crept in after hearing negative gossip about Candice.

He awkwardly touched his ear and said, “I’m Marc Freeman. What I did wasn’t right. If you ever need anything, feel free to reach out to me.”

Candice stayed quiet, recalling that Marc was the one who had asked her to shut the door to the private room that evening.

Marc was visibly uncomfortable and apologized repeatedly before leaving.

Candice then turned to Jackson, who had been quiet, and asked, “Did you need something else?”

Jackson’s soft voice conveyed concern, “Are you alright? With everything that’s been happening…”

Candice cut him off before he could continue. “It hasn’t bothered me.”

Jackson observed her for a moment, a sense of helplessness in his gaze. He then asked, “Would you like to have dinner tonight?”

After spending some time in the reception area, Candice was about to head back to her office when Kayla came in hurriedly.

Kayla looked hesitant as she approached Candice, catching her breath before explaining. “There’s a disturbance in the secretary’s office. A client is causing a scene.”

Arriving at the scene, Candice discovered the client was a woman, furiously accusing a secretary of having an affair with her husband and branding her a homewrecker.

The secretary’s complexion turned visibly pale with the accusation.

Scowled. Candice stepped forward and interrupted, “Madam, please calm down. Let’s discuss this calmly.”

However, the client, engulfed in her fury, ignored Candice’s plea and shoved her.

The push, combined with Candice’s high heels, caused her to sprain her ankle and nearly fall but Jackson was quick to support her from

behind.

“Are you alright?” Jackson asked, helping her steady herself.

Candice carefully moved her ankle. She lowered her gaze and shook her head.

commotion eventually drew

Candice had managed to calm the client

lead the client to

perhaps intentionally, “Candice. I’ve noticed you’ve been upset lately. Call me if you need to

Talk.”

words, though quiet, echoed in the silent office, leading

suspect for her distress. When that photo was brought up. Candice found herself the subject

crowd gave them confidence, someone mumbled. “Like leaders, like followers. If the superior uses underhanded tactics to get where she

speaker, then turned to Candice

was about to decline, but Jackson insisted, “You’ve just sprained your ankle. It’s better to

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hesitated, asking. “How did you know about

gentle and measured tone, Jackson advised. “You shouldn’t be stubborn

silent, but her actions, such as reaching for

and noticed Jackson assisting Candice,

other.

his attention drawn to Candice’s right ankle.

noticing her boss, waited impassively

dark gaze locked on her, questioning. “Did you just get

I was pushed,”

to say anything more, and

Alex leaving. Her lips tightened as she relied

received treatment at the hospital

on social media about another

attending in his stead. Setting aside her phone, Candice gazed at her

break any bones. She

her a pair of comfortable flat

earth, it

on taking her home, despite her

the door and accidentally ran into

door slightly ajar and

sensing the tension, instinctively clarified, “Candy’s

hesitated briefly while opening the door further, then asked, “Didn’t you take her to the hospital?”

harsh on her.

finding it difficult to define

period of time than

shook his head and repeated, “Regardless, you shouldn’t be