I thought, "If it’s a blessing, it’s not a curse; if it’s a curse, it can’t be avoided." So I went.
At the hotel, the boss hurried me to a suite. Seeing the bodyguards at the door, I felt like crying.
I pretended to turn casually, but before I could start running, I was grabbed and taken into the suite.
Seeing my teary expression, the boss thought I had made a mistake and was about to disassociate himself from me but was dragged out before he could speak.
The person across from me turned around.
I hadn’t seen her in two years, and she was still as beautiful as ever.
She exuded an aura of unapproachability, silent and clearly unhappy.
Her face, which rarely smiled, was cold at that moment.
I shivered as I greeted her, “Hello, Miss Turner.”
