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Greg could see through Felicia's attempt to appear nonchalant. He wanted to say something reassuring because he knew she was having trouble, but all he could manage was, "Give it time. "I assure you that things will improve. Felicia only gave a silent nod. As they arrived at the office, Felicia picked up her lunchbox, said farewell to Greg, and went inside. She had just gotten through the doors when she noticed Max.He hardly ever stayed at home, and to be honest, she had only continued working after being demoted because she wanted to see him every day. But he has seldom been at work these past three months. He behaved as though she didn't exist even while he did. She didn't anticipate crossing paths with him twice in succession. Max looked like he had just stepped off the cover of a magazine as he got out of his car.He looked like he controlled the world thanks to his immaculate suit, broad shoulders, tight waist, and lengthy legs. He had a confident, dominating attitude about him,

Max looked at Andrea, who was approaching them, and laughed lightly. It's imperative that you keep your younger sister a secret from Andrea. If she were aware of how she would undoubtedly become envious of how much you cared for her. "Darin gave a headshake. "Look, I don't mind you dating Andrea, but until you deal with your own mess, there's no way I'll let her move in with you." Max remained silent and simply grinned. Andrea approached with shining eyes."What are you guys talking about?" Darin merely smiled. "Nothing much." * "What's your deal, Felicia? Do you really believe that you are so significant? Sandy forcefully placed a stack of documents on Felicia's desk. Sandy had attempted the standard tactic only a minute before, giving Felicia work that wasn't even hers. This time, Felicia didn't even think before saying no. Felicia smiled coolly and mockingly at Sandy, who was virtually trembling with rage."Sandy, if you can't handle your work and need to shove it onto someone else

Felicia strolled down the pavement, stopping occasionally to take a breath. She hadn't actually eaten lunch, and now that the cold was piercing her coat, she was hungry, and her stomach was beginning to turn uncomfortably. She eventually arrived at the estate's main gate after more than thirty minutes of wandering. She started to slip outside, but a security guard stopped her. "Ms. Ross, Mr. Hawthorne wants you to go back inside."Felicia paused. This wasn't out of worry, she knew. "I'm not going back," she declared, attempting to go past him while putting her palm to her tummy. The guard remained steadfast. "Ma'am, we can't let you go. It's frigid, you're pregnant, and we'd be held accountable if something went wrong. Just leave, please. Back inside. Felicia's breath was steaming in the cold air as she glanced up at him. She made an effort to speak steadily."Could I borrow your phone to make a call?" I apologize, Ms. Ross. Pain and frustration twisted inside her as she stood there.

"I'll finish up the files today and get the handover done as soon as I can." Max remained silent. He only gave her a chilly glance before making his way directly to the dining room. Felicia exhaled deeply when he had gone. She approached the couch and took a quick look at the pile of papers she had thrown in the garbage. She took a seat, moved the trashcan to the coffee table, took out the papers, and then replaced the can in its proper location. She looked at the documents.They were all old, pointless documents. Most likely, this was merely a means of making her life more difficult. Felicia returned to her room with the files, only to discover that the door was still locked. To locate Marian, she went to the dining room. Marian looked at Max, who was essentially mute and didn't say anything. All right. Without first unlocking the door, she proceeded to Felicia. giving her a gaze that could have sliced.Felicia took her phone and headed inside. She discovered numerous missed calls fr

He turned his head and made his way to the elevators. Felicia picked at her late-night supper while sitting in the foyer. The meal, which came from a five-star hotel, was arguably the best she had had all week. Greg was sitting next to her, looking at his phone. "How much longer do you think you will be at the meeting?" "Felicia, who was exhausted but trying to appear casual, said, "Maybe two more hours." Greg scowled. "The handover is taking that long?" She didn't want to cause him any anxiety by telling him the true reason."This is only tonight. It should be finished in roughly five days. In actuality, busywork accounted for the majority of her remaining time. She had previously completed the difficult tasks Sandy had thrown at her. Only the leftovers were left now. With a tender and considerate touch, Greg stretched out and tousled her hair. "You're exerting too much effort. Don't exhaust yourself. "Go out, please." She gave a small smile. "I will." After eating, Felicia went back