Selina sat before her desk under the soft glow of a table lamp — her focus locked on the glowing tablet before her.
For hours, she pored over the new project draft in her file directory, eyes sharp with determination. The stylus glided across the screen with the calm, deliberate precision of a seasoned businesswoman.
She had requested several confidential reports from a reliable person over the past weeks, and she'd been studying them gradually.
Just the same pattern — stalled contracts, plummeting stocks, investors withdrawing, and clients slowly cutting ties.
She leaned back, brows furrowed. What was the real cause? Could it be Zane's doing, too?
Just then, the door creaked open, and a maid stepped quietly inside, carrying a tray.
Another presence followed closely behind, moving with deliberate, restrained steps.
Selina didn't look up.
"Here's your dinner, Ms Selina," the maid said.
