Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 939:

Still not ready to call it quits, she lingered in the shade near the steps, then pushed herself onward toward her next destination.

By sunset, she finally exited the last building on her list, her limbs heavy and her spirit worn thin.

She hadn’t had so much as a sip of water since the morning, and her entire body ached from exhaustion. Perched on the edge of a nearby flowerbed, she rubbed her calves and tilted her face to the fading sky.

Just as she steadied herself to get up and head home, a sharp, threatening voice tore through the air. “Pamela Graves! There you are! Took me long enough to find you! Thought you could just disappear, huh?”

Yvonne turned, brows knitted. A thickset man stood in the plaza, eyes burning as he snarled at a woman who had just exited the building.

“I’ve said it before—the layoffs weren’t my call. It came from the higher-ups; I didn’t have a choice,” the woman replied, her tone weary, as if she’d explained it a hundred times already.

“Don’t give me that crap. I don’t care who signed the papers—you’re the one who fired me. I’m jobless now, broke—how the hell

give you

can survive on that? I want two hundred grand—nothing less,” he barked, clenching his fists, his voice shaking

were owed,”

logic didn’t reach him anymore. He

unfold, quickly realizing the man had been fired and was blaming the woman, despite the fact that she was simply delivering her

without warning, he raised

to bully others. If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, maybe she could’ve kept walking. But now,

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as he cocked his arm again, Yvonne gritted her teeth and charged forward, ignoring the throb in her ankle as she stepped

man snarled, his eyes narrowing into slits as he glared at Yvonne. He shoved her,