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

a curious face.

about this before, but I

here.”

is it?” I

EAST CLANG MY

sighed before he finally decided to speak up. Do you still plan to

Now I understand this

Ariel, aren’t you

took a deep breath. “Yes, Andre. My decision about Mason hasn’t changed. And it’s not going

I just want to see if I can still

think you’ve seen enough now.”

do this. You can’t

for what he

to seek justice. Killing him won’t

son back.”

it, André. This is the only

his chair. “I know you won’t change your mind, but I had

André. But Mason needs

further. Let’s

LUKE’S POV

the weathered bench in the heart of the park, a sanctuary amidst the bustling city. The rhythmic chirping of birds provided a soothing backdrop,

vibrant tapestry of life unfolding before me. Children of all ages danced and played, their laughter echoing like music. Each one seemed to possess irrepressible

after a colorful ball, their tiny legs

CANT CHANGE MY MIND

help but smile at their antics, reminded of simpler times when life

happiness.

the rustle of leaves overhead. The older sister pushed her brother higher and higher, his squeals of excitement reaching new

children, a smile popped on my face, transporting me back to my childhood days spent in this park. I remembered the thrill of racing down the winding paths and the exhilaration of conquering the playground’s towering structures. Back then, the world was a vast playground, filled with endless possibilities and adventures waiting to be

memories forged in this very park, for the moments of joy and

location. Oh, the sweet

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