Chapter 135
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The taxi stopped in front of a building that was none other than Ivanka's house.

"Huh, finally I can shake off my exhaustion after being with William nonstop. That old bastard... Ugh!"

Andrew stepped into Ivanka's, the door closing behind him with a soft click. The familiar scent of home was tinged with a tension he could almost taste. Ivanka, his girlfriend, was seated on the couch, her eyes fixed on her phone, but the furrow in her brow told him she was deep in thought.

"Ivanka, I'm home," Andrew called out, trying to sound as cheerful as possible despite the day's weariness weighing on him.

Ivanka looked up, her expression unreadable for a moment before she sighed and set her phone aside. "Andrew, we need to talk."

Andrew's heart sank. Those words never heralded anything good. He took a deep breath and moved to sit next to her. "What's on your mind?"

Her eyes flashed with frustration. "I’m sick of this, Andrew. Sick of waiting around for you. You’re always busy, always away. I ne
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