Joy stood frozen, unable to comprehend what she was witnessing. Inside the vice president's office stood Greg, Georgia's ex-husband, engaged in a conversation with the vice president himself. "How is this possible?" Joy whispered to herself, her mind racing to make sense of the situation. Greg, the man Georgia had described as a worthless individual, the same person who had a secret affair with Mara, was now conversing with a high-ranking official of the company? It didn't make any sense, unless… Suddenly, Greg turned around and caught a glimpse of Joy's presence. Realizing that she had been caught eavesdropping, panic surged through Joy. She knew she had to escape now! But as she turned to leave, a shadow emerged behind her, and before Joy could react, her world went black. +++ Meanwhile, back in the office, the news of Joy's absence began to spread among her coworkers.They had noticed her zoning out earlier and assumed it was related to personal issues. Concerned whispers fill

Flashback in the interrogation room: "What?!" Joy exclaimed in shock, her eyes widening in disbelief. She couldn't believe the offer she had just received from the mysterious figure. Persuading Georgia to make Mara the one and only Millen Representative? That seemed impossible! However, Joy quickly regained her composure, realizing the dire situation she was in as a prisoner. "I—I'm sorry," stammered Joy, her voice trembling. "I didn't mean to shout. It's just that... I didn't expect your second offer to be like this. As for the first one about resigning, I can do that, but the second one… I promise I will try, but I'm not sure if it's possible since..." Joy couldn't continue her words due to fear. Deep inside, she realized that accepting this offer was the only way to save her life, but at the same time, she doubted whether she could fulfill the second part because, honestly, the offer was quite difficult. How could she convince Georgia, who had shown hatred towards Mara in t

"An offer?" Mara's curiosity piqued as she asked the question. The person on the other end of the line chuckled, their amusement evident."Yes, indeed. An offer that I can't divulge over the phone right now, but I assure you, it's an opportunity you won't want to miss," the voice replied, leaving Mara intrigued. "If you're interested, how about coming to my place this evening? Do you still remember the Millen Mansion?" they inquired, causing Mara to fall silent.Memories of disappointment and humiliation flooded Mara's mind at the mention of the Millen Mansion. She hesitated, uncertain if she wanted to set foot in that place again. However, the mysterious nature of the offer and the sudden contact intrigued her.They wouldn't go through the trouble of reaching out to her if it wasn't for something significant, would they? Besides, she had no real connection with the Millens now. If she felt uncomfortable, she could always leave.After a brief pause, Mara finally summoned her resolve.

Anxiety filled the air as Mr. Millen paced back and forth in his lavish study, while Victor leaned against the wall, visibly irritated by his companion's unease. The impending arrival of Mara as their representative had Mr. Millen on edge, his mind consumed by the weight of a buried secret. "Victor, you don't understand," Mr. Millen exclaimed, his voice trembling. "If everyone finds out about what we did, everything will crumble. The company, our reputation, everything!" Victor silently rolled his eyes upon hearing Mr. Millen's rant. "What is he so worked up about? It's just a representative role. Is he overthinking this? I feel like I wasted my time coming here. All he's doing is spouting nonsense." Although Victor held these thoughts, he chose to nod and wear a concerned expression, understanding the need to show respect as Mr. Millen was his father-in-law and Victor still needed his help to obtain the land. “I understand, father, but I think you’re overreacting a bit. I mean,

In his apartment, Greg sat diligently at his desk, surrounded by papers and the soft glow of his computer screen. Even though, today Sunday, it still didn't stop Greg from working because for Greg, Time is money. Suddenly, a footstep was heard, and when the door opened, it revealed Dylan. A mix of surprise and concern showed on his face as his eyes scanned the piles of documents on Greg's desk. "Oh my... What are you doing here, buried in work?" Dylan exclaimed, his voice quivering in disbelief. "Don't you realize it's Sunday?" Not bothering to look up from his work, Greg remains working with his expression composed and determined. "So what, if it's Sunday? There's still so much work to do, and I must ensure everything is in order before Monday. Time is precious, regardless of the day." Hearing that, Dylan couldn't help but sigh as he shook his head in both admiration and exasperation. He knew Greg all too well—his relentless drive, his unwavering commitment to success. "Alright,