After Davina returned from the restaurant, she found solace in the rooftop garden of the grand mansion, indulging in the provided snacks. Meanwhile, upon receiving a message from Maggie, Damian discreetly stashed his cell phone in the pocket of his pants."Davina, may I borrow your laptop for a moment? I have a small task that requires my attention. Nick took my office laptop while covering for me during my absence for a client meeting. I want to use your laptop as a secondary screen," Damian implored.Without needing Damian to elaborate, Davina readily offered her precious laptop to him without a hint of suspicion. "Feel free to use my laptop on the sofa. It doesn't have a password," she replied."In that case, I will focus on my work for a while. Feel free to reach out to me whenever you need me. I'll be in my workroom," Damian stated.Davina nodded briefly, understanding that she shouldn't disturb Damian as he labored. Damian made a pit stop in the bedroom before retreating to his

Maggie let out a long, contemplative hum while savoring her dessert. "To be honest, as a woman, I truly admire Davina. There's an indescribable aura about her. She exudes beauty and charm. Even though her demeanor may not be the friendliest, it adds to her image as a girl boss. I appreciate Davina's strong character, probably honed through her profession as a lawyer. However, I also sense her sorrow, her loneliness, buried deep within her," she concluded, her voice tinged with empathy.Maggie let out a deep sigh before continuing her train of thought. "Even now, I can't wrap my head around that Davina and Camille are best friends. You've shown me much evidence, like the security footage of Camille slapping Davina. I swear, my hair stood on end when she yanked it. It's like they're two peas in a pod - a sociopathic man and a crazy woman. No wonder they get along so well."Damian smiled in response to Maggie's opinion and raised his glass in a toast to signify their agreement. "Seems li

"Fuck!" exclaimed Camille in frustration as she entered her house. With a forceful slam, Camille vented her anger by tossing her belongings. Opening the refrigerator, she grabbed several beer cans. Settling onto the sofa, Camille began to consume the contents of each can, hoping that the alcohol would ease the boiling anger within.Even after drinking five cans, Camille remained fully conscious, her mind still clear."Damn them. Marcel, Damian... heartless bastards! Did they honestly expect me to stand idly by as they betrayed and degraded me?" Camille exclaimed, her anger dissipating into exhaustion.How could they believe she would passively accept their betrayal and degradation? Energy depleted, Camille lost track of how many beer cans she consumed. Overwhelmed with sorrow, she longed to shatter the world and everything within it. She wanted to curse the universe for its creation of such wretched men like Marcel and Damian, who had poisoned her life.Finally, exhausted and defeated

Twelve years ago, in the halls of the prestigious high school, Camille reigned as the epitome of popularity. Her flawless body and natural beauty mesmerized those around her, even without makeup. Yet, Camille opted for the subtle enhancement of natural makeup, showcasing her allure most effortlessly. Her long, cascading hair perpetually hung loose, adorned with gentle waves that added an ethereal touch to her appearance. Camille effortlessly commanded attention from all who looked at her, and her presence alone could captivate the hearts of many. However, her loyal and studious best friend, Davina Claire, stood amidst Camille's reign. While Camille's style leaned towards the eccentric, Davina exuded an air of tidiness, always wearing neat pigtails. Davina never parted with her glasses, which accentuated her pale face—a testament to her minimal use of facial treatments. Davina and Camille were inseparable, their bond forged from years of shared adventures and mutual understanding. Th

Davina had completed all her tasks for the day without even stepping outside the law firm building. She had even requested that some of her clients meet her directly at the office. She made it a point to minimize leaving the premises during working hours.As Irene emerged from the toilet, she stopped upon seeing Davina busy making coffee in the office pantry. Curiosity piqued, Irene approached Davina and spoke up."Ah, I see you've made coffee for the third time today. Isn't that a bit excessive?" Irene asked, suddenly intrigued.Davina greeted Irene with a warm smile. "I have an overwhelming number of documents to read. Everything seems to have lost its appeal. I've been feeling unusually tired these days."Understanding Davina's predicament, Irene nodded sympathetically."Would you like some coffee too?" Davina kindly offered.Irene politely declined and had a better suggestion in mind. She put her arm around Davina and proposed an idea."You don't seem to be in the best mood. How a