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!

combing through listings on

the name, the stronger her desire

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.

the city, one application after the

would get in, even if it meant starting at the bottom fetching

to the bone, she scrubbed

was tonight, he still hadn’t come back,

of him, the less likely she was

she was

𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭: ⲅ𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫽𝖼𝗈𝗺

blood boil. She hesitated, then quickly turned over and

shut,