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!

the keyboard, combing through listings on every major fashion outlet she could

stronger her desire to

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

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

get in, even if it meant starting

to the bone, she scrubbed off

he still hadn’t come back,

she saw of him, the less likely

stayed long. Just as she was drifting off, the front door

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boil. She hesitated, then quickly

she heard the door click shut, followed by slow,