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Chapter 1
Autumn had come to Emperia, the capital city. The air was slightly chilly.
Willow Jett leaned against the door of the toilet cubicle as she stared at a photo on her phone. It was of a man's side profile. The man was her husband, Quentin Strand.
There was a woman beside him, but her face had been blurred out. All that was visible was a tattoo of a rose behind her shoulder.
Just then, she heard the sound of someone turning on the tap outside. The lowered voices of some employees followed this as they gossiped.
"Look at how Ms. Jett's always working and doesn't bother dressing up. Isn't she worried about Mr. Strand doing things behind her back?"
"I know, right? I think they've been married for almost three years, yet they still don't have any kids."
"I heard it's because Ms. Jett can't have kids …"
They soon left, and silence descended upon the restroom once again.
Willow pushed the door of her cubicle open, looking pale. She looked at herself in the mirror—there stood a woman dressed in frumpy officewear. She only had the slightest makeup on, and her long hair was pulled back into a bun.
There was a pair of black-framed glasses perched on her dainty nose. She looked like the frumpiest woman alive.
Willow focused on the mirror, but her mind wandered to the photo she'd been staring at earlier. How could the man in the photo be Quentin?
He hadn't given up on her when they'd found out she couldn't have kids. She'd helped him at his company for the past three years, bustling here and there. He also cared about her.
Suddenly, a melodious voice rang out behind her. "Willow."
Willow returned to her senses and calmed down.
"Willow, are you alright? You don't look so good." Sonia Sutton approached her, looking concerned.
"I'm fine." Willow splashed some cold water on her face and looked up. Only then did she notice that Sonia had changed into a long, cream-colored, spaghetti-strap dress.
Her curly hair was in an updo, and her makeup had been done flawlessly. She even had a diamanté under her right eye.
"Why are you dressed like that?" Willow was slightly taken aback. She dried her hands with a paper towel.
Sonia smiled brightly and linked arms with Willow. "Have you forgotten that there's a celebratory dinner tonight? It's for the project with Bassett Corporation."
Celebratory dinner?
It was only then that Willow remembered there was a party that night to celebrate the successful cooperation with Bassett Corporation. She'd worked on it for three months, and the contract had finally been signed.
The text from earlier had almost made her forget about it.
"Sonia, you—"
Willow stopped abruptly as her gaze landed on Sonia's back. The rose tattooed behind her shoulder was glaringly obvious.
"What's wrong, Willow?" Sonia looked like she had no idea what was going on. She even positioned her shoulder so the tattoo showed even more clearly.
Willow's heart sank. Before this, she could tell herself that the photo had been edited. But could she still lie to herself when the tattoo's owner stood before her?
Still … why did it have to be Sonia?
Willow had taken a liking to Sonia and hired her immediately after her graduation. Over the years, she'd treated Sonia like her own sister. Quentin always teased her and joked that she treated Sonia too well.
She never would've expected this.
Chapter 2
"Willow?" Sonia waved a hand before Willow's eyes and blinked at her innocently. "Are you really okay? Should I call Quentin and tell him that you'll head home first while I help him in your stead?"
Her expression was naive and oblivious.
Willow's nails dug into her palms as she suppressed her emotions. She forced out a faint smile. "I'm fine. Let's get out of here."
Confronting Sonia now and ruining the peace would only turn her into a laughingstock.
"Oh, okay." Sonia smiled. She wanted to link arms with Willow again, but the latter dodged her.
A number of years ago, Strand Real Estate had already fallen from grace. But after Willow married Quentin, she'd spent the past three years making it rise from the dead. It had gone from being at the bottom of the ladder to being among the top companies in Emperia.
This month, they'd even managed to score a deal with Bassett Corporation. A bright future lay ahead of them.
When Willow came out of the restroom, the party had already started. She still looked as frumpy as ever in her office wear and light makeup. No one at the party noticed her entrance.
Before her, there was a crowd gathered around a handsome man wearing a white suit. He was speaking to them confidently. It was her husband, Quentin.
Instead of approaching him like she normally would, Willow grabbed a glass of wine and sat in a corner.
When had Quentin and Sonia gotten together? How far had they gone behind her back? Had Quentin really fallen for Sonia, or was he just sick of the fact that Willow couldn't bear him a child?
Countless thoughts surged in Willow's mind. Without even realizing it, she downed a few bottles of wine. She started getting drunk.
Her stomach roiled. She stood up, wanting to take a breather outside.
Willow moved past the crowd and stepped into the quiet corridor. She pushed open a window but felt like the slight breeze wasn't enough.
And so, she took her heels off and clambered onto the window. The cool night air made her glasses fog up a little, so she took them off and threw them aside.
However, as soon as she settled down on the window pane, an arm wrapped around her waist and tugged her backward—she fell into a strong embrace.
Willow yelped in surprise and immediately pulled out of her drunken state. As she leaned against the unfamiliar man, she looked up to meet a pair of dark, cold eyes.
"Mr. Bassett?"
Willow had to squint to get a clear glimpse of the man before her. Then, she hurriedly stumbled backward and pushed him away.
The man, Theodore Bassett, wore a black, tailor-made suit, and his expression was cool. His sharp jaw was slightly tense. When he saw how Willow wanted to get away from him, he released her and gave her a calm look. "Ms. Jett."
Willow was much more clear-headed now, thanks to what had just happened. She guessed that Theodore had misunderstood her, so she quickly explained, "I was just trying to enjoy the breeze. Don't get me wrong, Mr. Bassett."
They hadn't had much contact while negotiating the deal, but Willow knew very well how Theodore operated.
"Is that so?" Theodore stuck his hand in his pocket. He scrutinized her expression for a few seconds before looking away. "I thought you were making a run for it because you didn't want to work on this project."
Willow's face turned slightly red at his words, but she didn't let her smile slip. "You jest, Mr. Bassett."
A cool breeze enveloped them as soon as the words were out of her mouth. It was only then that Willow realized she was standing there barefoot. She also had no idea where she'd flung her glasses.
She was a little short-sighted, and the corridor was dark. There was no way she'd be able to find the glasses on her own.
Theodore gave her a look. It had been years.
Since she'd gotten together with Quentin, she seemed to have concealed all her beauty and glory.
Chapter 3
Theodore bet Willow had forgotten all about that meeting in their youth.
Willow bit her lip. She couldn't see Theodore's face clearly. She asked awkwardly, "Could you help me find my glasses?"
Silence was all that answered her. Theodore didn't say anything.
Willow stood before him, her face red with embarrassment. Her bright eyes had a languid seductiveness. It was too bad they were unfocused, and she wasn't looking at him.
Back then, he'd been forced to leave the country. By the time he returned, she'd already married someone else.
Theodore gave an unfathomable chuckle before finding the glasses and handing them to Willow.
"Thanks." She reached out to accept them. She instinctively retracted her hand as her fingers brushed against his rough ones. "Sorry."
She put the glasses on. Her vision was finally clear again.
Theodore's eyes darkened a little. He looked away and turned to enter the banquet hall.
Willow stood there for a few seconds longer before following him in.
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"You're amazing, Mr. Strand. You managed to get Strand Real Estate to where it is in just three short years."
"I bet this is the missus standing beside you—she's gorgeous! You two are a match made in heaven."
"That's right. I heard Mrs. Strand is very adept at running the company. I bet she's been a big help to you, Mr. Strand."
As soon as Willow entered the hall, she saw a couple standing underneath the lights. The man looked handsome in his white suit, and the woman matched him perfectly in her cream-colored dress. Indeed, they looked like a match made in heaven.
If only the man weren't her husband.
The people's flattery made Quentin beam. Sonia tucked her hair behind her ear shyly and exchanged a loving gaze with Quentin.
Willow felt a stab of pain in her heart. She grabbed a glass of wine from the passing server and strode toward them.
"Honey," she said to Quentin with a gentle smile. She stepped forward with her wine glass.
When Sonia saw her, she quickly let go of Quentin's arm and said coquettishly, "You're finally here, Willow."
"Willow." Quentin approached her like the tender and loving husband he pretended to be. He wrapped an arm around her waist.
Willow suppressed the disgust that welled up in her and looked at him. "What were you guys talking about?"
"Oh, Mrs. Strand. We've heard plenty about you—all good, of course."
The person who'd mistaken Sonia for Quentin's wife quickly switched tacks. Still, they were all experienced businessmen. They immediately knew what was going on.
Willow held her wine glass up with a smile and greeted them. "Mr. Walsh, Mr. Carlton."
Quentin looked at her tenderly and took the wine glass from her. "Don't drink too much, Willow."
He was so tender and doting. He was the perfect husband.
"You two are such a loving couple, Mr. and Mrs. Strand."
"Why, you're making me jealous!"
The people around them took the opportunity to flatter them. Willow glanced at Sonia, whose expression had darkened. A hint of coldness flitted through her heart, but she went along with the people and smiled. "How about you drink on my behalf, honey?"
Quentin lifted her wine glass to his lips and downed it. The crowd cheered.
Suddenly, Sonia lost her balance and spilled her wine on her cream dress. "Oh, no!"
"Sonia!" Quentin subconsciously released Willow to hold Sonia up.
A trace of smugness flashed across Sonia's face. She looked at Willow apologetically and said, "My dress is dirty, Willow, and I only have a change of clothes in Quentin's car. Can I ask him to take me there so I can get my clothes?"
Chapter 4
Sonia looked at her pitifully, but Willow saw the provocation in her gaze. In that instant, she understood something—Sonia was the one who'd sent that photo to her!
She'd even revealed her rose tattoo on purpose to lay the truth bare.
What about Quentin, then?
Willow felt like her heart had been stabbed by millions of shards of glass. She looked at Quentin. Was it his intention to let her know, too?
Was he forcing her to ask for a divorce?
Quentin still looked like his usual tender self. "Willow, I'll help Sonia to the car so she can get changed. You should stay here and help me entertain the guests."
Willow suppressed her bitterness and forced out a smile. "Alright."
Still, her heart was heavy. She couldn't help recalling what she'd seen in the photo. Sonia and Quentin couldn't possibly go that far, could they?
For some reason, she subconsciously followed Quentin and Sonia.
"Ms. Jett?"
The elevator doors had slid open. Willow didn't notice this until someone called her name. As soon as she looked up, she saw Theodore and his assistant standing inside. Theodore's assistant, Clark Arden, was the one who'd called her.
Theodore was looking straight ahead. His handsome face was devoid of emotion.
"Sorry." Willow glanced at him before stepping forward awkwardly.
The enclosed space was stuffy. Willow checked her phone several times.
It took a while for the elevator to go from the 76th floor to the first. Theodore exuded an air of dominance even just standing there, and she could smell the faint scent of tobacco on him.
When they finally arrived at the first floor, Willow couldn't wait to get out of the elevator. She'd only taken a step when Theodore suddenly called out, "Ms. Jett."
"Yes?" Willow faltered and turned around.
Theodore looked at her, his gaze sharp and cold. "If anything goes wrong during the project, I'll immediately put a stop to it."
Willow was taken aback. When she realized he was doubting her condition, she straightened up and said seriously, "Don't worry, Mr. Bassett. I know where to draw the line between business and personal matters."
He glanced at her and smiled slightly mockingly. "I hope so."
With that, the elevator doors slid shut again.
Willow stood there for a while. She didn't really understand what Theodore meant by that smile, but she quickly put it behind her. She hurriedly turned to walk out.
The temperature was lower outside the building. She'd only taken a few steps when she got goosebumps on her calves.
Willow looked around, finally spotting Quentin's car, which was parked beside the building. She didn't even need to get close to hear the muffled noise coming from inside the car.
Willow stopped in her tracks. The car started shaking slightly. A woman's wanton moans and a man's suppressed grunts made their way into her ears.
The car doors were locked. The back seat windows were slightly fogged up, and Willow could vaguely see a hand pressed against it.
It was true!
…
Willow sat at the bar counter, downing drink after drink.
Quentin had betrayed her.
"Willow, I have a crush on you. I've had feelings for you for ages!"
"Marry me, Willow. I swear I'll treat you well."
"It's okay, Willow. It's okay even if we can't have kids. You'll always be my treasure."
Lies. They were all lies!
Willow's eyesight was blurry. She didn't know whether it was from her tears or something else. Her heart felt like it had been ripped to shreds.
For the past three years, she'd put in so much effort to uphold and protect her marriage, yet it had turned out to be nothing but a joke.
Chapter 5
Quentin … Quentin …
Willow stood up. Her glasses were long gone, revealing the bright, seductive eyes that were always concealed behind them.
She took off her frumpy jacket and untucked her blouse. Then, she let down her hair, allowing it to cascade over her shoulders. After that, she retrieved a lipstick from her bag and removed her heels.
In the restroom, Willow turned on the tap and let it run as she returned to her senses. She looked at herself in the mirror.
Her reflection showed a woman with a gorgeous face and delicate features. Her face was bare, and her red lips were the only spot of color. Yet, her beauty was enough to take one's breath away.
Back in college, she'd been the prettiest woman on campus. Countless men had had crushes on her and wanted to win her heart.
She'd only put on those glasses, tied her hair up, and dressed frumpily because of what Quentin had told her after they'd married. He'd told her that she belonged to him and that he didn't want so many people to look at her.
Yet … what had Quentin done to her?
Willow's eyes turned red. She gnashed her teeth so hard she could taste the blood in her mouth.
How could he do this to her? And if he was cheating on her so blatantly, why would she need to stay loyal to him?
What gave him the audacity to treat her like this?
Willow balled her hands into fists, and her eyes took on a determined gaze. She turned to walk out of the restroom.
The corridor was dark, and the strobe lights made the atmosphere rather amorous.
Willow wasn't completely sober yet, so she leaned against the wall for support as she stumbled away.
Her sorrow and pain seemed to be magnified and on display at this very moment.
Theodore frowned. He didn't know why, but he'd followed her after seeing her wander around aimlessly, looking heartbroken.
The way she looked right now left a ripple in his heart.
At this moment, Willow stumbled right into his arms.
He frowned and said coldly, "Willow."
She squinted upon hearing someone with a cold, emotionless voice calling her.
She looked up to see Theodore standing before her. The first thing she saw was the sharp lines of his face, followed by his tightly pursed lips. He looked down at her domineeringly.
Willow's blurry vision started clearing up. She recognized him. "T-Theodore?"
She struggled to straighten up, then frowned at him. "What are you—"
Theodore's frown deepened. His gaze was cold. "Don't tell me you're drowning your sorrows with drinks, Ms. Jett."
And she was doing it for a man who didn't deserve to be loved.
Willow couldn't really hear what he said. All she knew was that her heart hurt. All she could think about was the pain of Quentin's betrayal.
He'd slept with another woman, and he'd betrayed her.
"Willow?" Theodore reached out to hold Willow up when he felt her leaning against him again.
As soon as he lowered his head, he felt something soft press against his lips—it was a pair of lips with a faint scent of drinks on them. At the same time, Willow pressed herself against him.
The look in Theodore's eyes changed. He wanted to push her away, but she refused to let him go.
Chapter 6
Willow's kiss was awkward and unskilled.
Theodore stared at her.
Their bodies were plastered together.
He could clearly see her thick lashes and trembling eyelids. She was nervous and scared.
Something seemed to tickle his heart. His expression shifted as he moved his hand to her waist, deepening the kiss.
…
Willow was hot. She felt like she was on a boat, rising and falling with the waves. Her fingers dug into the leather upholstery of the back seat of a car as she tilted her head up to accept Theodore's kisses.
Things were getting steamy inside the car as they made amorous noises with their kissing.
Her eyes were tightly shut. In her heart was a mixture of pain and exaltation.
"What are you thinking about?"
Theodore gripped her jaw and tilted her head up, leaning close to her.
Willow bit her lip without saying anything.
"Open your eyes." He moved his hand upward from her waist, his warm breath fanning over her ear.
Seemingly unable to handle the torment, Willow opened her eyes to meet his dark, cold ones. Even at a time like this, Theodore's eyes were still devoid of emotion.
"Do you know who I am?" He stared right into her eyes.
"T-Theodore Bassett," Willow answered in a low voice, feeling shy and embarrassed.
"That's right. Remember who I am." He leaned down to give her another searing kiss.
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Willow's head was pounding from her hangover. She opened her eyes to be greeted by darkness. She was in an unfamiliar room and tangled in the sheets on the bed. A myriad of men's and women's clothing was scattered across the floor.
Willow was taken aback for a few seconds before the memories of last night flooded her mind.
She'd accidentally slept with Theodore in her drunken state!
Willow took a deep breath before picking up her clothes and putting them on. She was about to get out of bed when the bathroom door swung open lightly.
Theodore walked out in a black bathrobe. "Awake, are you?"
His voice was hoarse and deep.
Willow kept her head bowed, not daring to meet his gaze. She said lowly, "Yeah … Mr. Bassett, about last night, I—"
"Get a divorce." A cold, emotionless voice interrupted her.
Willow was taken aback. Her head flew up as she looked at him. "What?"
Theodore sat on the couch before her and handed her a glass of water. He said calmly, "You, get a divorce immediately."
It was like a bomb had been detonated in her mind. Willow accepted the glass of water from Theodore dazedly. "Mr. Bassett, I don't really … understand …"
Theodore looked at her with narrowed eyes. His voice was cold as he said, "I won't be the third party in someone else's marriage, so …"
He scanned her coldly. "... You have to get divorced."
Since this was a decision she couldn't make, he would make it for her!
Willow was dumbfounded. What was going on?
What did his reluctance to be a homewrecker have to do with her having to get a divorce? It was something that she intended to do, anyway, but …
Hold up!
The realization dawned on Willow. Could it be that he was thinking of taking responsibility for this?
"Mr. Bassett, I had too many drinks last night. Look, we're both adults, and I won't overthink things like this. Besides … last night wasn't my first time, so you don't need to—"
"It was mine." Theodore cut her off icily.
"Huh? What?"
"Experiencing it for the first time." Theodore gave her a cold glance, sounding a little odd as he continued, "It was mine."
Willow was rendered speechless.
Chapter 7
Theodore looked deadly serious. It didn't feel like he was joking.
Willow was stunned. Her ears turned red as awkwardness and embarrassment washed over her.
Indeed, she was the one who'd seduced him last night, but she thought sleeping around was a regular thing for someone like Theodore. Yet now, he was telling her last night had been his first time.
Theodore looked at Willow, whose head was bowed as her mind wandered. She had his shirt on, revealing a little of her collarbone. The hickeys on it were plain to see.
The memories of last night flooded his mind, and his eyes darkened. He looked away from her.
"I'll give you a week." Theodore stood up. His voice was calm but firm. "I want to see your divorce agreement in a week."
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Willow got into the back seat of the car as the driver drove her.
Her head was still hurting from her hangover. She massaged her temples, thinking about Theodore demanding her to get a divorce. She felt like she was dreaming.
How ridiculous was this? So much had happened in one night. She'd learned about her husband cheating on her with her secretary, and she'd slept with a business partner after getting drunk at a bar. Now, that business partner was demanding she get a divorce and take responsibility for him.
Willow's expression turned serious. Even if Theodore hadn't mentioned anything, she would've gotten a divorce anyway.
Quentin had betrayed her and blatantly cheated on her. What would she be if she were to swallow this and move on?
There was no doubt she would get a divorce, but she couldn't let Quentin off the hook so easily. Before leaving, she had to teach the two cheaters a lesson.
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The driver sent Willow to Northside Gardens, a residential area north of the city.
Two years ago, Willow scored a huge deal and earned the company a lot of money. After that, Quentin bought a villa there and moved the whole Strand family over after furnishing the place.
Willow stood at the entrance and combed through her hair before walking in.
As soon as she opened the door, the housekeeper, Wendy Maine, said loudly, "My, you're finally home, Madam Willow!"
It was as if she couldn't wait for everyone in the house to hear that Willow was back. "We were worried sick when you stayed out the whole night!"
Willow walked inside, looking cool and distant.
"Where have you been, Willow?" Quentin hurried over to her when he saw her. "I kept calling you throughout the night, but you never answered. I was so worried."
Willow was a little pale as she tried not to think about the disgusting things she'd caught him and Sonia doing. She smiled gently as she usually would and said, "I'm fine. It was late last night, and I didn't see you around, so I spent the night at Joey's place."
"I saw Joey's story on Instagram saying she's away on a business trip, though. Why are you lying, Willow?" Quentin's sister, Stephanie Strand, sat on the couch nearby, eating a strawberry. She grinned, looking like she couldn't wait for a fight to break out.
Quentin's mother, Gina Lambert, looked displeased at this. She said mockingly, "You'd better watch out, Quentin. Some people may not be able to have kids, but she sure could be a cheater."
She sounded unbelievably insulting.
The blood drained from Willow's face. She clenched her fists tightly without saying anything in response.
She'd always known that Gina didn't like her. When she and Quentin married, Gina didn't like the fact that she was from a regular family.
After marriage, Gina had mocked her repeatedly for being infertile. She'd said all sorts of terrible things in the past.
"Mom!" Quentin wrapped an arm around Willow, looking stern. "Don't say such horrible things. We had a celebratory party at the company last night, and Willow helped me attend to the guests. It's only normal that she would've gotten drunk. I trust her!"
He gave Willow a reassuring glance.
If not for her witnessing last night's events, Willow would've been extremely moved. Wasn't Quentin such a loving, gentle, and considerate husband?
But disgust welled up in her when she thought about the countless times he and Sonia had slept together behind her back, times that she didn't know about.
Willow pushed him away. "I'm not feeling too well. I'm going to head upstairs."
"Quentin, that outfit Willow is wearing is really expensive. When did you buy it for her? I want the same thing, too!"
"Quentin, why are you still keeping a wife like her around? For all you know, she could've been cheating on you for years!"
Stephanie and Gina spoke one after the other. Their words were either nonsensical or mocking.
Quentin stood at the foot of the stairs as he watched Willow head upstairs. His expression turned serious.
He couldn't help feeling there was something different about her. Had she noticed something last night?
Willow shut the door behind her immediately after heading into the bedroom. She leaned against the wall, her chest heaving and her eyes red.
What had she been doing for the past three years?
Chapter 8
Willow had suffered in silence in a family like this for years, and all for the sake of a scumbag.
Her heart sank. She shut her eyes and dried her tears. When she opened them again, a trace of determination flashed in them.
"Willow? Willow, why have you locked the door?"
Quentin had followed her upstairs. He'd already been worried about losing control and having car intimacy with Sonia after she'd seduced him. The fact that Willow had stayed out all night only worried him more.
Had she really noticed something?
"Willow, open the—"
The door was unlocked. Quentin was taken aback for a second before he pushed the door open. "Willow, are you okay? What are you—"
Willow stood before him, looking like a completely different person. She had a full face of makeup on, and she looked gorgeous. Her black-framed glasses were nowhere to be seen, and her hair cascaded over her shoulders in gentle waves.
She wore a red dress. That, coupled with her beautiful face, made her seem unbelievably attractive.
"Willow, why are you …" Quentin trailed off. He started feeling aroused.
He'd always known that Willow was beautiful, but because she rarely dressed up after they married, he'd slowly forgotten what she originally looked like. This was such a surprise.
A trace of mockery flashed past Willow's eyes when she saw Quentin stutter, but she didn't let it show. Instead, she smiled. "What's wrong, honey? Don't you like it when I dress like this?"
"No, it's not that." Quentin gave her a loving look. "I was just surprised."
Willow raised an eyebrow. "Oh? That surprised, huh? Is it because I'm older now and don't deserve to dress like this?"
"Of course not." Quentin hurried forward and gave her a tender look. "To me, you'll always be the most beautiful woman in the world."
He lowered his head, wanting to kiss her.
Willow was smiling, but her heart was dead and cold. She averted her head when he was inches away, pressing a finger to his lips. "You're such a sweet talker."
"No, everything I say comes from the heart." Quentin held her hand, looking like the most devoted husband in the world.
Willow clenched her fist lightly but kept her smile in place. "Alright, alright. That's enough fun. I have to head to the company to deal with some things."
She pushed him away lightly, sidestepped him, and left.
Quentin was left standing there, burning with arousal. He felt awkward and lost.
…
Willow ignored Gina's and Stephanie's mockery as she headed downstairs. She left to go to the company.
She was the center of attention as soon as she stepped into the building.
Since her first day of work there, Willow had always dressed frumpily. Now that she'd changed overnight, she became the talk of the company.
"Is that Ms. Jett? Am I seeing things?"
"God, Ms. Jett's gorgeous! She has both beauty and brains. I'll be frank with you—I'm a woman, but I think I'm falling for her."
"Whoa, Ms. Jett's actually so pretty. In the past, I thought she wasn't worthy of Mr. Strand despite her being great at running the company. But now, I think Mr. Strand's the one who isn't worthy of her …"
"Who's not worthy of who?" Sonia walked in, feeling delighted.
She'd gone to such an extent last night that she refused to believe Willow hadn't noticed anything. She would like to see how much longer the ugly old witch would shamelessly hold on to being Quentin's wife.
"Sonia!" The receptionist was on pretty good terms with Sonia. She said, "Hurry and go take a look at Ms. Jett. You'll be super surprised!"
Willow? Had she done something humiliating after being provoked by last night's events?
Sonia smiled while holding her coffee. "Sure."
She headed to Willow's office and barged in without knocking. "Willow!"
She didn't see anyone behind the desk. Sonia frowned and was about to turn around when Willow's voice rang out. "I'm here."
"Where were you last night, Willow? You—" Sonia stopped abruptly as she stared at Willow.
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