Davina emerged from the client's house and spotted Damian's private driver patiently waiting for her. She rapped on the window, prompting the driver to roll it down."I apologize for keeping you waiting for such a long time. How about you grab lunch while I go with the client to investigate another location?" Davina suggested.This wasn't so much about the driver being burdened by waiting for his employer for hours, but rather the employer feeling burdened by being waited on. Since hiring a private driver, Davina felt less independent than before."I'm sorry, Ma'am, but Mr. Wilson instructed me not to let you go alone," the driver responded."Come on, I'm not going alone. I'll go with my client. I had initially planned to take the train since I knew this business trip would take a long. It feels unfair to make you wait in the car all day," Davina attempted to negotiate, though she knew it was unlikely to succeed.Damian's private driver, unlike Davina's own, rarely allowed negotiation
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
"What? You're not going to sue Camille?" Nick's surprise was evident when he heard Damian's next plan. Damian nodded, confidently answering Nick's question. "Yes, I have no intention of suing her." "Why?" Nick couldn't help but wonder about Damian's decision. Leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms, Damian moved the chair back and forth while muttering. "For now, that's my plan. Camille is heartbroken because Marcel found another woman," Damian casually explained. Nick furrowed his brow, realizing there was a piece of information he had missed. "Marcel betrayed Camille?" Damian confirmed it. "Why are you so surprised? Can't you believe it?" Nick remained silent, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. "Maggie? Did you use Maggie to make Marcel leave Camille?" "That's correct," Damian replied excitedly. Returning to his work, Damian picked up one of the documents requiring his signature. "But I still reserve the option to sue Camille if the situation calls for it and i
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
Nick arrived at the bar an hour earlier than Damian as they had planned. Eager to observe the unfolding events, Nick settled onto a barstool and ordered a glass of whiskey, though he did not intend to consume it.As Nick surveyed the surroundings, he couldn't help but notice that the atmosphere seemed unusual for the typically refined and exclusive bar. Something was different about the crowd gathered that evening, and Nick couldn't quite put his finger on it.His attention, however, quickly shifted when a movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. It was Damian, entering the establishment accompanied by none other than Maggie. This unexpected development sparked confusion and surprise within Nick, manifesting as a furrowed brow and a dropped jaw."Maggie? Why would she be here with Damian? They seem so close," Nick murmured, struggling to make sense of the situation. From his vantage point, there was no visible evidence of a romantic relationship between Maggie and Damia
Davina had accompanied Irene and her friends to the bar. In just a few short hours, she had already formed a strong bond with Irene's diverse group of male companions, who hailed from various professional backgrounds. "Why didn't you mention that all your friends are men?" Davina asked, her voice barely a whisper. Irene gave Davina a perplexed look. "Didn't I mention it before?" “You’re not!” exclaimed Davina. “My bad,” Irene says. Davina let out a sarcastic snicker, not fooled by Irene's feigned innocence. Irene pulled Davina closer and stood in line together, awaiting the pre-admission check. Approaching the security guard, Irene confidently presented her membership card. "Hello, this is my membership card," she stated, extending the card towards the guard. "And this is my friend. She came here with me," she added, pointing at Davina. Davina offered a stiff smile to the sharply scrutinizing security guard. After the rigorous checks, Davina, Irene, and the rest of their group w
"Since she is the most exceptional candidate among all the others, we will commence the bidding at a staggering one million dollars!" exclaimed the auction host, his voice laced with excitement and anticipation.Standing among the spectators, Damian couldn't help but smile with satisfaction as the grand spectacle unfolded before his eyes. "Here we go," he whispered, his eyes sparkling with eagerness.Davina, taken aback by the revelation, turned her attention towards the stage, her eyes widening in surprise. She instinctively reached out and gently patted Irene on the shoulder, seeking confirmation. "Wait, you mean to say that they are auctioning off Camille right now?" she asked, her voice filled with disbelief.Irene nodded calmly, her expression calm. "Yes, that's precisely what is happening. Would you be interested in participating? Mike can act as your representative," she suggested casually.Davina only participated in an auction once, a collectibles auction where the proceeds w
As Nick remained silent, Davina let out a soft sigh of resignation. No further confirmation was needed for Davina to piece together the puzzle behind the auction - Damian was the mastermind."You really won't tell me who that woman is?" Davina made one last attempt to coax an answer out of Nick."I genuinely don't know right now, so I can't tell you," Nick replied honestly, his voice tinged with a sense of helplessness.Davina stared at Nick in disbelief, feeling like a fool who had been kept in the dark. The realization hit her hard, leaving her feeling foolish and naive. "I'm done talking to you," Davina declared disgustedly, her tone laced with anger and disappointment as she stormed out of the small room."Davina? Davina!" Nick's pleas fell on deaf ears as Davina continued her retreat, leaving Nick unable to stop her from exiting.Meanwhile, Damian and Maggie sat on the sofa, basking in the comfortable ambiance. Maggie cast a sidelong glance at Damian, breaking the silence. "You d