After leaving the office building, Ava went straight home.
Sitting in the bedroom, the image she saw in the morning came to her mind, and her heart felt like it was being stabbed by needles.
Ava touched the part closest to her heart and murmured incoherently. Why was she hurting so much? This was a feeling she had never had before, not even with Tristan, who she had feelings for before.
Looking at the warm sun and gentle breeze outside the window, her eyes were filled with determination.
***
Three days later, inside the office of the president of the Larson Group of Companies, Franklin sat on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the drafted letter in his hand. His eyes, which were as calm as the night, were covered with a haze.
Seeing that the president remained silent, the man standing before him felt nervous.
