It was a well-known fact that if a beautiful woman declared an informal appointment with a wealthy heir, nearly always someone would go to check things out. After all, no one wanted to get on the wrong side, especially when it seemed like the man's affections might be involved.
In situations like this, it was just a matter of a quick phone call.
After the young lady received the reply, she seemed surprised. "Mr. Moore invites you to his office, but his fiancée Ms. Wilson is also there."
"Is she?" I said with a smirk. "Then it's even better. I know both of them."
The sound of my high heels clicking on the floor felt almost like torture with every step I took.
I kept mentally cheering myself on, but the frustration and anger were overwhelming.
Envy, resentment, and loneliness surged all at once, making me feel incredibly distressed.
The seamless way he'd moved on made the sweet memories we shared seem like cruel jokes.
I dug my nails into my palm, forcing my usual fake smile onto my face just before the elevator doors opened.
To me, they were no longer people but just dollar signs.
When the assistant opened the door, I saw Liam sitting at his desk, looking every bit the urbane professional.