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.

In the dream, she married

Then she realized she was in Finnley’s bedroom,

her dream looked too real,

father put her hand on Finnley’s palm. While

of the Wedding March, she saw

actual, as if it had happened

dream. “No, no, no. Dreams are always

he like her. She could tell he disdained

baffled her,

the light,

Morning.

up, she put on a celeste suit

delicate makeup made her look like an elite in the business field. Today was the first day she joined the R-Alan Group officially, so she wanted to entirely emanate her powerful aura. Then she would quickly make

up to the company's entrance, Leslie's two trustworthy subordinates were waiting

open and greeted her, “Good morning, Ms. Collins. Mr. Eastwood let

time

walked toward the glass door

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