A mistress confronting her successor—I felt like I was in a daytime drama,

and all I could do was laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of it all.

Just as my laughter faded, a muffled snicker echoed from behind me. I spun

around, my heart skipping a beat, only to meet the gaze of a man with a

naughty smile and a leather jacket, leaning casually against the wall. “Mrs.

Ferguson’s taste in drama is… unique,” he remarked, with a hint of mischief in

his eyes.

Caught eavesdropping, I felt a twinge of guilt, but it quickly dissipated. “Aren’t

you doing the same?” I retorted.

The man smiled. “I didn’t want to interrupt you.”

“Well, you have now.” Our banter was cut short as I scrutinized him. “And you

How do you

shedding his

and then, with a nod,

again.”

another word, he walked away, only to grab Dorothy, the heiress

by her ponytail. “Dorothy, with your kind

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the main player from the sideline,

quipped with

her brows in anger. “What do you

hear that disgusting term from you again, I’m

before letting her go, casting

me as if he was about to reveal the truth to his “girl,” but instead,

“That’s why you’re called

rundown of RiverCity’s elite

and there he was, dressed down and

Gladys’ 80th birthday bash.

then, my phone

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