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

He straightened up, shedding his carefree demeanor

then, with a nod, said, “Mrs. Ferguson, until

again.”

another word, he walked away, only

trouble, by her ponytail.

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main player from the sideline, maybe try not being a

with

brows in anger.

I hear that disgusting term from you again, I’m sending

letting her go, casting a meaningful

to reveal the truth

smirked, “That’s why you’re

was surprised. A quick mental rundown of RiverCity’s elite

was, dressed

Gladys’ 80th birthday bash.

then, my phone

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