The air in the room was still.

"Bella."

Clarice heard the name clearly. Alarm bells went off in her mind.

The Boss had promised her that the drug would completely disrupt the emotional system and that it would erase all lingering affection for Bella. He assured her that Justin would no longer feel anything for his former lover.

If that were true, why was he mentioning that woman again?

Justin stared at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes unfocused. He had always believed that he did not need anyone in his life. Yet, when he absentmindedly called out for Bella, he felt an undeniable emptiness. A hollow space echoed deep inside him, and it refused to be ignored.

He had not yet realized that this echo existed because his heart had never truly forgotten Bella.

While Justin was lost in his thoughts, a pair of delicate hands glided over his shoulders, slipping around his neck. A faint, alluring scent drifted into his nose.

Clarice, her eyes soft

tie. Her voice was soft and persuasive. "Let me help you. The board of

her tiptoes,

his lips to speak, a set

his head sharply, only to see Arnold's cold expression as he stood there, witnessing the

appeared deeply entangled, as though

the blood in his body surged furiously, rushing

was amiss. "Please don't misunderstand. Mr. Justin seemed

cold sneer, and he marched

his hand and delivered

snapped to the side, and a red imprint of Arnold's fingers blossomed on his

"Dr. Larson! How could you hit him for no

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