Night. Finnley's apartment.

After a shower, Mya heated two glasses of milk and took one to the study.

She put it next to Finnley's right hand. “Don’t stay up too late. It's as harmful as committing suicide. You are not the company owner. Why do you work so hard?”

Finnley was reading about the mining progress in South Africa. When he looked up, he saw Mya turn away.

“What kind of thought is it? Irresponsible!” his inner voice retorted. Finnley picked up the milk, took a few sips, and turned off his laptop. Then he went to the living room.

Mya had entered the bedroom and locked the door from the inside as usual.

Finnley put down the empty glass. By accident, he saw long hair next to the coffee table.

After a few seconds, he bent over, picked it up, and put it into the garbage can.

Then he washed his hands and lay on the couch as usual.

Five o'clock, early morning.

In the apartment's only bedroom, Mya suddenly tightened her grip on the quilt. The next second, she snapped open her eyes.

Her breath almost stopped.

had a dream about Finnley. In the dream, she married him,

Then she realized she was in Finnley’s bedroom, a

scene in her dream looked too real, reappearing

Her father put her hand on Finnley’s palm. While their families and

Wedding March, she

as if it

had such a dream. “No, no, no. Dreams are always opposite to real life,” Mya denied it. “Stop

didn’t have a crush on Finnley, nor did he like her.

dream baffled her, making her

turned off the light,

Morning.

got up early. After straightening herself up, she put on a celeste suit jacket with plaids,

was the first day she joined the R-Alan Group officially, so she wanted

she pulled up to the company's entrance, Leslie's two

her car open and greeted her, “Good morning, Ms.

first time Catherine was treasured

and walked toward the glass door of the entrance.

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