The Love From Vengeance

312: CAN’T CHANGE MY MIND

ARIEL’S POV

I cleared my throat, feeling a bit nervous under Andre’s scrutinizing gaze. “Um, yeah, so… I want to come back and work with the company again,” I finally blurted out, hoping I didn’t sound too awkward.

Andre raised an eyebrow, still not saying a word, and I shifted uncomfortably under his intense stare. “I’m serious, Andre,” I stammered, feeling the need to defend my

decision.

He finally broke his silence with a small chuckle. “Of course, I know you’re serious, Ariel,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “I was just… processing.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his response. “Processing? You looked like you were

about to grill me for a second there,” I teased, feeling a wave of relief wash over me.

He shrugged nonchalantly. “I don’t know; maybe I thought you found some other

company better than mine,” he joked, and there was a playful glint right in his eyes.

I shook my head, still chuckling. “No way, Andre. You know that I’ll always work with Vitality Group. You helped me out years ago, and I’ll never forget that.”

Andre’s smile widened at my words. “I’m glad to hear that, Ariel,” he replied sincerely,

his eyes reflecting genuine gratitude.

“So, am I hired?” I asked, slowly widening my mouth.

He chuckled, tapping

s desk lightly. “Welcome back to the team.”

“Thanks, Andre,” I told him with a smile. It’s good to be back.”

“So, Ariel, I need to ask you something.”

I gave

curious face. “Go ahead.”

before, but I

here.”

is

CLANG MY

he finally decided to speak up. Do you still plan to take revenge on Mason?

I see. Now I understand this

So, Ariel, aren’t you

about Mason hasn’t changed. And it’s not going to change. I

know, but I just want to see if I can still

think

You

to, André. Mason must pay for

do know there are other ways to seek justice. Killing him won’t bring

son back.”

This

deeply and leaned his back against his chair. “I know you won’t change your mind,

But Mason needs to

further. Let’s focus on

LUKE’S POV

the heart of the park, a sanctuary amidst the bustling city. The rhythmic chirping of birds provided a soothing backdrop, a symphony of nature in contrast to the cacophony of urban life.

ages danced and played, their laughter echoing like music. Each one seemed to possess irrepressible energy, an

a colorful ball, their

CANT CHANGE

help

happiness.

brother higher and higher, his squeals

in this park. I remembered the thrill of racing down the winding paths and the exhilaration of conquering the playground’s towering

my heart. But amidst the wistfulness, there was also gratitude – for the memories forged in this very park, for the moments of joy and laughter that had shaped me into the person I am today. Yes, my grandfather used to take me here, as wdidmy parents. I can still remember every scene I spent with

location. Oh, the

a group of older children engaged in a game of tag. They darted and dodged with practiced agility, their movements