The bedroom air was frigid, layers of frost chilling me to the core. I kept my gaze down, avoiding his eyes.
After a prolonged silence, he exhaled softly, his voice cold and detached: "Get some rest. We'll talk when you've calmed down."
Without waiting for a response, he left the room.
That night, Maxwell Harrington departed the villa. I didn't sleep at all.
Yet, as the sun rose, life demanded we open our eyes and carry on.
Exhausted from a sleepless night, I dragged myself to the office. Spencer Hughes noticed my pallor and unease, her voice tinged with concern: "Elara, were you up late reviewing files? The audit isn't that intense. Don't overdo it. You've just recovered—take care of yourself."
I nodded, my head pounding. After reviewing Jared Group's finances, I meticulously examin
