Ryan slowly stepped into the living room, his reddened eyes scanning the surroundings. Everything looked the same as before, as if nothing had happened. "Mr. Hoffman, you are back."

A gentle and respectful voice, ethereal and melodious, floated into his ears.

Ryan's face instantly lit up with a warm smile, and he reflexively responded, "I'm back."

However, he would never hear the next sentence again.

With a thud, Ryan could no longer hold himself up. His once proud and tall frame collapsed, his knees hitting the floor as he curled into a cocoon.

"Ryan!"

"Mr. Hoffman!"

Justin and Dean hurriedly rushed to support him, only to hear the faint sound of droplets hitting the floor.

Ryan buried his head deeply, large tears streaming from his tightly closed eyes, hitting the floor like falling rain.

and I handle the organizing. Don't push yourself," Justin

his tears harshly and used his arms to push himself up from the floor, taking

about Yasmin, calling her his

Yasmin was not just Ryan's loyal subordinate. She was the person who cared most for

only a bed, a wardrobe, and a desk, showing no sign that it had belonged

Dean, under

dared not move anything. They

gently trace the surface of the desk

at the exquisite evening gowns,

welled up in his eyes as

whenever I had

tearful smile. "I still remember stunning she looked in these dresses. Those lecherous men could not take their eyes off her, and

that kind

does it matter? Someone

heart ached, while Dean silently cried several rounds

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