Chapter 277

We were on the cusp of securing that office space, just waiting for the investment from RF to come through.

Mark seemed taken aback when he heard I’d managed to rent an office despite the Myers family’s decree banning me from doing so in RiverCity. “You found one?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Seems like the landlord’s based overseas. Probably doesn’t care much about the Myers family. After all, out of sight, out of mind.”

“That’s a relief.”

Mark carefully dabbed antiseptic on my wounds, his voice full of worry, “This must hurt, right?”

“It’s bearable.”

I gritted through the pain, reminding myself over and over: No more being soft–hearted from now on.

This world has always been about the survival of the fittest, no good deed goes unpunished..

The next morning, Christine showed up at my place bright and early.

She burst through the door, surprised to find me already up. “Weren’t you injured? Why not rest a bit more?”

I set aside the fashion magazine, I was flipping through. “Did Mark tell you?”

he texted me

on the dining table, annoyed with herself, “Sorry, I went out drinking last night and only

I’m not

be the judge

my shirt to inspect the damage from head to toe, her eyes reddening with anger, “And you call this ‘not in bad shape‘? What would

she’s not leaving

to face her!” Christine didn’t even hear the rest of my words, ready to

and then what? Either of us end up in a

should I do then?! Just let you suffer

down, “I’ll

won’t be in

her the promise I’d wrung

then did she calm down a bit, looking at me skeptically,

assured her, then asked, “Did you hear

afraid of dragging her

because of Dorothy, a piece of

way.”

for a

anything else come our way, we’d just have to play

to get the company off the

let go of her

from my nap, Christine looked even more troubled than when she had seen

me, she clumsily tried to hide her tablet, “Oh, you’re

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