Dylan approached. "Thank you, Ma'am, for giving me the chance to work here again." I nodded, with a blossoming smile.
"Delia, you! How could you ask Dylan to work here again? He's caused a lot of harm to our company," said Harry emphatically, glaring at Dylan.
"That's because…" I noticed Lyka hadn't left the room yet. She was observing us. "Lyka, do you need help packing your things? You've been looking busy for a while," I said, gently trying to get her to leave.
Lyka's hands moved faster, roughly organizing her things, and she even dared to glare at me, showing her anger.
I didn't care. You're angry just like this, then what about me, whom you betrayed to the core? It stings, Lyka.
I looked at Harry, who stood motionless beside me, staring at Lyka. He just took a deep breath, then t
