She couldn't reject it.
Nor ignore it.
His presence was too intense.
For the first time in her life, encountering such a person was overly troublesome, and she felt a bit at a loss.
After finishing the water in her hand, Arabella Vanderbilt turned and set down the glass before walking into the bedroom with her cellphone in hand.
If today marked a new beginning, then she needed to gather her energy. In her second life, she would no longer allow herself to be so wretched and distraught.
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The next day, early in the morning, Monday.
A black Volkswagen CC slowly made its way toward Timmerman Corporation Tower on the wide road.
The rain from the day before had freshened the air of the city quite a bit.
Arabella Vanderbilt rolled down the window beside the driver's seat, one hand propping on it, the other steadily steering the wheel.
