Stepping outside, Aspen felt cheerful as she grabbed her purse and headed toward the Ferrari. Her flawless fair skin, jet-black hair, sculpted figure, and stunning face turned heads without effort. And with a luxury car as extravagant as that Ferrari, she was now the picture-perfect heiress.

"Ms. Stevens, heading out?"

A sleek black Audi A6 pulled up and came to a stop, the door clicking open. Out stepped Chantelle, dressed in a sharp, no-nonsense outfit.

Aspen blinked in surprise. "Ms. Garcia, hey there! What brings you here?"

Chantelle nodded with a pleasant smile. "I'm here to see Mr. Lloyd."

Aspen shrugged lightly. "Alright, go on up. He should be in the study on the third floor."

However, as Aspen bent slightly to slide into the low seat of her Ferrari, Chantelle suddenly called out, "Ms. Stevens, wait a second."

Aspen paused mid-movement and looked back at her.

Chantelle walked up beside her, tapping on the gleaming car. "Mr. Lloyd sure spoils his little assistant, huh? This ride isn't exactly cheap!"

the undertone and scoffed. "Ms. Garcia, if you've got something to say,

whisper near Aspen's ear. "Ms. Stevens, look at your beautiful skin—I just wanna squish those cheeks. And that bombshell body of

were your boss, I'd be calling you into

heart skip. Her face flushed with heat as she snapped, "Ms. Garcia, are

with amusement. "No offense, Ms. Stevens. I'm just

clearly

domination to actively emet

You've gone from craving

attention

kind of twisted pleasure can mess

minx. You'll get

In all my years studying psychology, your case is the most extreme I've

her face burning and her heart pounding, Aspen dove into the Ferrari, slamming the door and hitting the gas like she was fleeing a crime scene. She thought Chantelle

Andrew's woman and believed there was nothing wrong with

merge her body completely with Andrew. However, that nagging sense of

if Chantelle was

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