Aurora did not have time to finish cursing before she was kissed by the man on top of her. Because the zipper of her long skirt was behind her, plus she struggled a lot, Cyril didn't unzip the zipper even after a lot of effort, until she heard his threat.
"Contract!"
Aurora grabbed his collar, glared at him before backhanding the zipper on her back.
Since Cyril never brought her new clothes, she had no choice but to stay here until the evening, she finally escaped from the Tey Co.,Ltd. headquarters on the grounds that she had gone home to take care of her father.
Before leaving, she smashed the glass door of Cyril's office with her high heels. With her strength, she could beat an Arvin by a punch, but couldn't fight back against the strong Cyril.
When she got home, Aurora took off her earrings and listened to the gasps and slurs she had recorded all day. She kept scolding Cyril. She had wanted to record some messages about werewolves, but Cyril cleverly always avoided speaking of this topic, so her effort was in vain.
When she was angry, the nanny came to tell her that her father was waiting for her in the bedroom.
To avoid unnecessary conflicts, she used makeup to cover the exposed hickeys as much as possible, and then changed into a tightly covered outfit.
After the death of his youngest daughter Flora, Barlow spent a year in a business battle with Cosen Co.,Ltd. for revenge. But before the takeover was completed, he suffered a stroke and was bedridden.
Aurora poured him a glass of water and passed the straw to his mouth, and he took a slight sip.
"I haven't seen you for the past two days, is there something wrong with the company?"
"No, I went to sign the contract", she paused, "Tey Co.,Ltd. agreed to supply us with the new material."
"How is that possible?!" Barlow looked at her in surprise, "Didn't Tey have a collaboration with Cosen? How could he say yes?"
She explained the contract about the simulated werewolf, but Barlow was still emotional, "I told you! Don't cooperate with any business associated with Cosen! What the fuck are you doing?"
"If not, Wrisky is going to be bankrupted, Aurora looked at her father, "Besides, I'm sure I can get Tey to help me buy Cosen."
"Don't dream away! Are you still thinking about that bustard!" Barlow's neck was red and his veins were bruised as he yelled, "You killed your sister with your own hands! You will never marry Saxon in your life! Get out of here. Shit!"
The nanny hurried in and took her by the arm with careful relief, "Miss, go back to your room first, I'll just stay here."
Aurora came out sadly. The downstairs living room was noisy, she was about to break down, but kept her voice polite and held the parapet towards the downstairs, saying, "Keep your voice down, father is going to rest."
Several women, who were playing cards, looked up at her. Each of them dressed richly with exquisite makeup. Anna, her stepmother, raised her hand to her lips in a gesture of silence, "Shush" indicating they will.
A woman cautiously asked, "Do we need to go to the chess room to play?"
Anna waved her hand, "No, no," she stretched her neck to look at the cards on the table, and pulled a card from her hand and threw it down, "Three!"
Aurora went back to the bedroom, took out a photo album from the drawer, and carefully looked through it one by one. Her sister's sweet smile was framed in the warmthless photos. Her mother died of a hemorrhage during the birth of her young sister, so her father had always treated her sister as a continuation of his wife's life, but this continuation was ended by her own hands.
She hugged the album and her consciousness gradually blurred, then she was in tears. For three days, she slept for no more than six hours in total, and now she finally fell asleep quietly in grief.
The phone lit up silently in bed and the name of the message read: Cyril Austin .