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!

through listings on every major fashion

the stronger her desire

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

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

meant starting at the bottom

day that drained her to the bone, she scrubbed off the fatigue in the shower and collapsed into

Norton—wherever he was tonight, he still hadn’t come

saw of him, the less likely she was

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

𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭: ⲅ𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫽𝖼𝗈𝗺

body stiffened. That smug face of Norton’s was enough to make her blood boil. She hesitated, then quickly turned over and squeezed her eyes shut. If he thought she was asleep, maybe

cue, she heard the door click shut, followed by slow, steady footsteps