Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 941:

Yvonne’s jaw clenched, fury surging through her like wildfire.

Without wasting another second, she hailed a cab and gave the driver her home address through gritted teeth. She refused to believe that every magazine company in Amberfield was so intimidated by Norton’s influence.

She crossed her arms tightly, glaring out the window. The more Norton tried to hold her back, the more determined she became to find a job on her own and prove herself.

The moment she stepped inside her house, she tossed her bag aside, flipped open her laptop, and dove into job hunting like it was war.

If Norton was in her way, then he probably couldn’t be trusted either. That meant it was just her now.

It was fine—she was more than enough. She got this!

listings on every major fashion outlet she

bigger the name, the stronger her desire

them all, one company made her heart race just by reading the name—Stylist Magazine. It was new on the scene, but it had already shaken up the fashion world, its covers a badge of honor for A-listers. Even with all its celebrity glamour, Stylist stayed loyal to its outdoor roots, never compromising its artistic

over ten of the biggest magazines in the city, one application after

it meant starting

the bone, she scrubbed off the fatigue in the shower

he was tonight, he still hadn’t come back, and that

less likely she was

Just as she was

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That smug face of Norton’s was enough to make her blood boil. She hesitated, then quickly turned over and squeezed her

click shut, followed by slow,