The meeting ended, but the tension did not.
Nguyen Khang remained seated long after everyone had left.
The room was empty.
Silent.
Yet her words still lingered in his mind.
She never loved you.
His fingers slowly tightened against the table.
That was impossible.
Or at least, that was what he wanted to believe.
A knock broke the silence.
“President Nguyen.”
“Come in.”
The assistant stepped inside, hesitating briefly before speaking.
“Miss Lan is here.”
Khang’s expression returned to its usual cold indifference.
“Let her in.”
The door opened again.
Lan walked in with her usual elegance, her smile gentle and flawless.
“Khang, I heard about the meeting.”
She moved closer, her voice soft with concern.
“Are you alright?”
Khang looked at her carefully.
For the first time, he
