"Just a moment!" Amel yelled from inside.She hurried to open her apartment door. From the last chat she received, Amel could already guess who was behind that door.With a smile spreading across her lips, Amel greeted warmly."You're already... Citra? Ethan?"Amel quickly corrected herself, her brow furrowing as she found two figures she hadn't expected.Citra, hearing the woman's words, immediately understood where the girl's thoughts were heading.A question crossed Citra's mind: had this girl been meeting frequently with the man she encountered late that night?Meanwhile, Ethan's brow furrowed when he heard the word "you" instead of "sis" or "bro" directed at them, confused by the girl."You?" Ethan repeated, making Amel feel the air around her thinning.Truly, she hadn't prepared any excuse if she found herself in this position.Clearly, it was still afternoon; these two should not have returned yet. As Amel remembered, they always came home late at night, not like this."It's ok

A short while ago...Milena, who had just finished drying her hair, heard someone knocking at her apartment door. She frowned, not expecting any visitors.Milena walked to answer the door."Yes, who is it?" Milena asked as she greeted her visitor.Milena squinted when she saw who was standing before her."You? Ma..." Milena paused, trying to recall the name. "Martin, lovely lady," the man replied. It was indeed Martin.Milena snapped her fingers, finally remembering his name clearly."Yes. Sorry it took me a moment - our names are similar, I should have remembered yours more quickly," Milena said politely.Martin smiled, holding a gift bag in his hand."Oh! I almost forgot. Please come in, excuse the mess," Milena said, inviting him inside.Martin shook his head and entered the apartment, walking beside her."Have you lived here long?" Martin asked, looking around the apartment.Milena nodded in response. She then invited Martin to sit on the sofa."I can only afford to rent this apar

Ethan opened the door to his and Citra's office, finding the woman's face looking blank, as if she was carrying a heavy burden in her mind.Luckily, he had returned with two cups of coffee in his hands. He approached Citra, offering one cup to her."To help you feel fresher. What are you thinking about?" Ethan asked, taking a seat right in front of the woman's desk.He then sipped his coffee while looking intently at Citra, waiting for her to speak up again."It's nothing. I'm just thinking about what Nike said that time. Is it true that Richard is planning something against my company?" Citra pondered.Honestly, this had been bothering her thoughts. Especially since that business was the only thing Citra owned.Although Citra clearly no longer managed the company, she secretly still kept an eye on it.She also didn't hesitate to send messages to Nike, providing solutions so that her company wouldn't fall into the abyss of defeat due to the competition."If he's really doing that, you

The next day, Citra and Ethan headed to the office as usual. They chatted casually, but this time Citra seemed to be expecting something from him.Realizing her hopes were unlikely to be fulfilled, Citra could only muster a weak smile.She had apparently been thinking too far ahead, hoping for the impossible."Any special plans today? Have you checked the incoming emails?" Ethan asked without taking his eyes off the road.Citra, prompted by the question, immediately opened the tablet in her hand, checking her company email and finding a new message.It seemed to have been sent just this morning."There's a client requesting a meeting at..."Citra furrowed her brow, confused by the location written there."What's wrong? Why did you suddenly go quiet?" Ethan asked, snapping Citra out of her thoughts.She shook her head, telling Ethan she was fine."There's a new email, supposedly from the supervisor. But this address... it seems familiar," Citra mumbled, looking puzzled.Ethan, not unde

Crash! A small rectangular object was thrown, shattering one of the mirrors in the room beyond recognition.Just as the sound rang out, someone stood in the doorway."What's going on, Auntie?" asked the man, who was none other than Nike.The aunt Nike referred to was, of course, Mrs. Merry, who currently controlled the company that should have been inherited by Citra.However, due to her selfishness and business acumen, the company remained under Mrs. Merry's control. She had no intention of giving it up or even revealing this fact."What about that cousin of yours? Have you been watching her? Or did you deliberately leave her alone?" Mrs. Merry asked, glaring at the man.Nike, feeling innocent, furrowed his brow, confused by Mrs. Merry's words."Open your phone. Look at the news that disrespectful journalist just posted today. Your cousin's face is clearly visible, and she seems to have no shame left. She's really brought disgrace to this respectable family," Mrs. Merry said firmly i