"What's your wish?" Cyrus asked, a hint of helplessness in his voice, mingled with curiosity.
Mabel smiled slyly, tracing circles on his chest with her finger. "I'll tell you when the time is right. Just promise me first."
Cyrus frowned, glancing at her skirt that barely reached her thighs, and reluctantly nodded in agreement.
Mabel stood on tiptoe, kissed him on the cheek, and said, "Since you've promised, you can't go back on it later."
*****
Cyrus returned to the LC Group headquarters, where the atmosphere was thick with anxiety.
His scandal had been brewing for several days, causing the company's stock price to plummet by nearly 70%. Yet, the boss had neither responded nor shown up for days. The rumors outside were growing wilder, and everyone feared the company was on the brink
