Sir Ares, Goodnight

Without a car of her own, Josephine could only hail a ride to the rural Tourmaline Estate.

Standing at the intersection, she hailed a cab.

After getting in the car, another figure suddenly approached from behind the car and pulled open the door. They climbed in to sit next to Josephine.

Josephine stared at Zayne with confusion in her eyes. "Are you stalking me, Zayne Severe?"

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He spared Josephine's curvy figure a disdainful gaze and gulped. The words he spoke were the complete opposite of the thoughts in his mind. "Who would want to stalk a flat-chested woman like you?" Josephine raised a fist and began to hit Zayne. "I'm a D cup! What's this condescending look you're giving m e?"

"D cup?" Zayne asked doubtfully. "I'd say C cup at most."

The taxi driver grew uncomfortable. "Cough cough, where would you two like to go?"

"Tourmaline Estate." "Eminent Limited"

Josephine glared at Zayne. "Be a gentleman. Ladies first."

pleaded, "But I'm in a rush. Can't we go to Eminent

Josephine relented. "Alright."

a turn back

20 minutes later.

arrived

down with me. I'll drive you to Tourmaline

hesitated, the voice in her head reminding her that Zayne was a married

move and follow him before

his handsome features shifted into a look that was sterner

no employees at work and the offices were

your company, Zayne?" Josephine

smiled heart-rendingly. "The company went

bankrupt? What was the saying again? It's better to lose the saddle than the horse. This might just be a small price to pay to avoid greater misfortunes. Who knows, maybe everything will

I suppose you would be

was despondent. "I

glared." You're not a child anymore. Being broke doesn't warrant death.

dark expression, Zayne marched