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, and she

on the light, and looked around. Then she realized she was in Finnley’s bedroom, a chill

scene in her dream looked too real, reappearing in her

had put on a white wedding dress. Her father put her hand on Finnley’s palm. While their

March,

so actual, as if it

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

crush on Finnley, nor did he like her. She

her, making her

light, lay down,

Morning.

straightening herself up, she put on a celeste

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 others obedient in

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

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

the first time Catherine was

toward the glass door of the entrance. “Did he

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