Beg for her love

Chapter 1

In the lounge of the secretary's office, Dennis Wood held Zara tightly from behind, showering her neck with fiery kisses. It was an afternoon filled with passion and longing, a rare moment for them as Dennis embarked on a two-week business trip without his personal secretary by his side. Zara couldn't help but wonder if this absence meant that Dennis had grown tired of her presence.

Secretly, she was relieved.

Five years ago, when debt collectors knocked on her door and her grandmother fell seriously ill, Zara was in desperate need of a large sum of money. It was then that she coincidentally bumped into Dennis, who saw a striking resemblance between her and his lifelong crush, Mackenzie Phillips.

However, Mackenzie had married into the renowned aristocracy of R Country after Dennis had an accident and ended up in a vegetative state. Despite this, Dennis couldn't let go of his love for Mackenzie and found solace in Zara's presence.

Dennis helped Zara pay off her family's debts and provided the best medical care for her grandmother. During the day, Zara worked as Dennis's secretary, and at night, she became his substitute lover.

For five years, she played the role of Mackenzie, imitating her mannerisms and acting submissive and devoted to please Dennis. But she had grown tired of it all. She hoped that Dennis would move on to someone else soon.

To her surprise, when Dennis returned from his business trip, he seemed impatient to see her. He couldn't wait for her to finish work and hurried straight to the company.

"President Wood, the shareholders are waiting for your meeting," Zara gently reminded him.

Dennis responded coldly and let go of her, heading straight to the bathroom.

Zara sighed with relief.

Despite her discomfort, she grabbed a spare suit from the lounge for Dennis and helped him change after he finished showering. As she tied his tie, she looked into his beautiful yet indifferent eyes.

Dennis had always been generous to her, but this time was different. He handed her a check for twenty million dollars and informed her that the villa at Moonlit Lake would be transferred to her name.

Zara was stunned, unable to comprehend the sudden generosity.

"President Wood, how come suddenly..." Zara began, but Dennis interrupted her with a contemptuous look in his eyes. He firmly gripped her chin and sneered, "Consider this a reward."

A reward? What had she done to deserve such lavish gifts?

Dennis's thumb gently rubbed her lips as he spoke in a cold, seductive tone, "As long as you continue to be good and obedient, I'll give you even more in the future."

Confusion filled Zara's eyes. What did he mean by "the future"? Wasn't he planning to end things with her?

Zara nodded obediently, pretending to be the delicate and charming woman Dennis desired. But deep down, she was unsure of his intentions.

"Alright," Dennis replied coldly. "You don't have much to do this afternoon, go home and rest."

"Okay," Zara nodded, hiding her true emotions.

As soon as Dennis left, Zara picked up the check and frowned tightly. She couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss. Dennis had been growing increasingly distant over the past six months, and she had even seen him with another woman who resembled Mackenzie even more.

"This shouldn't be..." Zara muttered.

Her phone vibrated on the bedside table, catching her attention. It was a financial news push notification.

"Breaking News! The president of Bane Corporation is getting engaged to the princess of the century-old Rosso family, forming a powerful alliance between two wealthy families. This significant event may alter the world's capital structure."

Pain stabbed through Zara's eyes as she read the news.

The president of Bane Corporation was none other than Dennis himself.

The room remained in disarray, with Zara's skirt and Dennis's suit scattered on the ground. She touched her temple, a mixture of emotions welling up inside her, and let out a helpless laugh.

So that was the reason behind Dennis's sudden generosity. The money and the villa were all a means to keep her as his compliant lover and an outsider in his marriage.

Nausea overwhelmed Zara, and she rushed to the bathroom, retching.

When she looked up at her reflection in the mirror, she saw a pale and disheveled woman staring back at her.

She had reached her breaking point with Dennis and his games. He was about to get married, yet he couldn't let go of his crush and insisted on keeping her as a substitute.

It was time for someone else to take over the role.

Zara composed herself, estimated when Dennis's meeting would end, and prepared her resignation letter. With determination, she headed to the president's office.

As she stood outside the door, about to knock and enter, she overheard Dennis's friend, Russell Griffin, teasing him, "Dennis, you're getting married. What are you going to do with Secretary King?"

There was a brief silence before Dennis's cold voice replied, "Just as usual."

"Is she willing to be your mistress?" Russell asked.

"As long as there's enough money, she'll be willing to do anything," Dennis responded mockingly.

Zara stiffened, her heart aching sharply.

From the beginning, she had sold herself to Dennis. And now, she realized that she was nothing more than a commodity, someone who could amuse him as long as the price was right.

Frozen in place, she listened to their conversation unfold.

"Really?" Russell's voice suddenly grew excited. "So tell me, if I offer you a higher price, would you sell her to me?"

Before they could continue, Dennis's assistant, Dylon Elms, called from outside the door, interrupting their conversation.

"Secretary King?"

Zara snapped back to reality, nodded at Dylon, then knocked on the office door and walked in.

Russell, who had just been talking nonsense, was left speechless.

He tried to act as if nothing had happened, greeting Zara with a warm smile. But her recollection of his words filled her with disgust. She ignored him and approached Dennis, who wore a frigid expression.

"Didn't I tell you to go home and rest?" Dennis asked sharply, clearly unhappy.

"President Wood," Zara replied without her usual gentleness. She handed him her resignation letter with dignity. "This is my resignation."

A sudden chill swept over Dennis's face as he retorted, "What are you talking about?" Zara placed the letter down and continued, "When I started working for you, we made an agreement. I wouldn't be the other woman. If you were to get married, I would leave."

She took a deep breath before adding, "I'll wrap up my work as quickly as possible. You and President Griffin can carry on without me. I won't be a bother anymore."

With those words, Zara turned away and started walking. As she passed Russell, who looked utterly shocked, she paused.

Unable to bear the pretense any longer, she looked at Russell with eyes as cold as ice and answered his previous question.

"I'm not selling myself."

Chapter 2

As Russell regained his composure, he was shocked to find that Zara had already left. He turned to Dennis in disbelief and exclaimed, "Was that your graceful Secretary King whom I just saw?"

Dennis's expression grew somber, a flicker of panic and bewilderment in his eyes, unbeknownst even to himself. He remembered his prior arrangement with Zara, but he couldn't comprehend why she would abandon him just because he was getting married.

Throughout the years, she had always been compliant, fulfilling any despicable demands he made...

How could she defy him?

How dare she defy him!

Ignoring Russell's chattering, Dennis rose with a menacing aura and strode off to pursue Zara.

Zara didn't like to drag things out. After handing in her resignation, she planned to proceed with the handover immediately.

But just as she returned to the secretary's office, Dennis followed in, radiating coldness.

"Does President Wood have any other instructions?" Zara looked at him, her customary docility completely gone.

Dennis's countenance grew even more shadowed, anger and confusion etched on his face. "Zara, haven't I been good to you? What is this game you're playing?"

Dennis's steps grew deliberate as he approached Zara, emanating an overwhelming presence. Sensing discomfort, Zara paled slightly, her instincts urging her to create distance. However, Dennis firmly grasped her wrist, pulling her closer.

"President Wood, we agreed from the start that I would leave when you got married," Zara said in a deep voice.

Dennis emitted a cold, mocking laugh, derision brimming in his eyes. "So, the 20 million and the villa aren't sufficient?"

Zara tensed up, a nauseating wave washing over her as she recalled Dennis's previous remark: "With enough money, she's willing to do anything!"

She fought to hold back, struggling to break free from the man who humiliated and trampled on her.

"Dennis, let go!"

"Zara, my patience is limited. I don't have time for your playing hard to get. State what you want," Dennis's voice was icy cold, his grip on Zara's wrist getting tighter.

Even now, Dennis still believed that Zara wanted to leave because he hadn't given her enough money.

Just like in the beginning, Zara was unwilling to sell herself. But what about later? When there was enough money, she obediently climbed into his bed and let him have his way.

So, it was just because he hadn't given her enough money. She couldn't truly want to leave him!

Zara furrowed her brows as she gazed at Dennis. She felt a sense of relief. Throughout the years, she had always been aware that she was merely a replacement, a stand-in for someone else in Dennis's affections.

All the tenderness Dennis had shown her had never been truly meant for her. If she had allowed herself to indulge in it even a little, wouldn't she now be riddled with emotional wounds from Dennis's callousness, enduring unbearable pain?

"Dennis, I quit!" Zara looked at him. "My mother was driven to death by a mistress, I would never be a homewrecker."

Inside the secretary's office, a brief silence fell, leaving only their breathing.

Even Dennis, who was struggling to understand, realized that Zara was truly cutting ties with him.

"You haven't visited your grandmother in a long time. I'll give you a month off to think it over," he said, suppressing his anger and softening his tone.

Her grandmother...

Zara froze for a moment. Then, she became even more resolved.

"There's no need to think, I've made my decision."

"Zara King!"

Dennis could no longer contain his anger. He had humbled himself and given her plenty of opportunities! Yet, she still refused to appreciate his goodwill!

"You're nothing more than a substitute for Mackenzie. I've spent five years getting used to you. Do you really think I can't live without you?"

Yes, he was just accustomed to her. It wasn't as if there were no other substitutes, but he was too lazy to adjust.

Dennis finished and left without looking back.

 ***

Just as she was lost in her thoughts, Zara's phone began to ring. The caller ID displayed it was a call from the health center. Some time ago, her best friend Paige Owens had returned from studying abroad and had been concerned about Zara's well-being. Paige had convinced her to undergo a medical examination to address her friend's worries.

Anticipating that the results of her examination were now available, Zara answered the call, hoping to gain some clarity.

"Ms. King, we're calling from Mercy Health Center."

"I know, just email me the digital version of the medical report," Zara replied.

She was ready to hang up, but the other party cut in first, "Ms. King, you're pregnant!"

Zara was taken aback, "What?"

"I said, congratulations, you're pregnant, 8 weeks!" The voice on the other end was as jubilant as if it were Christmas.

Zara was dumbfounded.

She was pregnant? How could that be? She and Dennis had always been careful!

"Ms. King, we offer the nation's top private obstetrics and luxurious nursing center to support..." The other party was enthusiastically advertising.

Zara was dumbstruck, she hadn't heard a word.

"I understand, I'll contact you if I need to."

Once she came to her senses, Zara mumbled a few words and hurriedly hung up the phone.

Then she looked out at the autumn rain.

She was stunned for a while. Then, her rationality slowly returned, quickly weighing the pros and cons in her mind.

She looked at her flat belly, thinking: I can't keep this child.

Chapter 3

Zara tossed and turned all night, unable to find any rest. The next morning, she made her way to the hospital for another checkup. The doctor confirmed what she had feared – she was eight weeks pregnant.

Memories flooded her mind as she tried to recall the exact moment that led to this situation. It happened on Dennis's birthday, two months ago, during a moment of risky behavior. Just once. Only once...

"Young lady, you're not the type to get pregnant easily, so it's best to keep this child," the doctor advised gently, sensing Zara's exhaustion and solitude.

Not easy to conceive, but it happened in that one instance. Was she fortunate or unfortunate?

A bitterness settled in Zara's heart.

"I will think about it carefully," Zara replied before leaving the hospital.

Standing in the cold autumn wind, Zara contemplated her next move. Eventually, she decided to purchase a ticket and return home. Boarding the plane, a mixture of emotions swirled within her as she embarked on her journey.

The plane landed in L City, and Zara disembarked, carrying bouquets of roses and purple daisies. She hailed a car and directed the driver towards Hillside Memorial Park. As they approached the cemetery, a light drizzle began to fall, adding to the somber atmosphere.

The caretaker, who had been observing from a distance, rushed over with an umbrella upon seeing Zara's arrival.

"Ms. King, it's not even the day. Why are you here?" the caretaker asked.

"Just came to take a look," Zara replied politely.

After exchanging pleasantries, she left the caretaker with a bottle of wine. Holding an umbrella, she walked towards the cemetery alone.

The caretaker watched her slender figure, holding the wine, and sighed with pity.

"What's the matter? Is she a relative of yours?" a cleaning lady nearby asked.

The caretaker shook his head and sighed again. "She's a poor soul. As a child, she buried her mother here. In her teens, she buried her grandfather. And half a year ago... she buried her grandmother. On that day, she knelt down and didn't eat or drink for a whole day."

Zara easily found the tombstones.

Her grandfather and grandmother were buried together, with her mother next to them.

Roses were for her grandparents; her grandfather used to buy a rose for her grandmother every day. Purple daisies were her mother's favorite flower.

"Grandma, grandpa, mom, I came back this time because there's something I need to tell you," Zara whispered.

"I'm pregnant."

"Logically, I shouldn't keep this child."

"But now, all of you are gone... I have no family left in this world, and this child is my only flesh and blood."

Taking a deep breath, as if making a monumental decision, Zara continued, "The doctor said it's difficult for me to conceive, so I've decided to give birth!"

She paused for a moment, a smile forming on her lips. "If you are in heaven, please bless her to be born healthy and grow up in good health!"

In the bustling city of H, the atmosphere in Bane Corporation President's office was particularly lively that day.

News of Secretary King's resignation had spread the day before, leaving everyone aware of President Wood's reliance on her capable assistance.

As doubts swirled among the staff, the morning brought the arrival of the new secretary who would be taking over Secretary King's role.

Dylon, in charge of the arrangements, assigned her to Secretary King's former office.

The resemblance of the new secretary, Miss Camilla Roberts, caused quite a commotion in the company.

Ms. Roberts bore a striking resemblance to Secretary King.

Opinions about the relationship between the president and Secretary King varied among the employees.

Now, with Secretary King resigning and someone so similar to her taking her place, the rumors grew wilder and more diverse.

Dennis left for a meeting with the overseas project department early in the morning.

By the time the meeting was over, it was already noon.

Upon returning to the President's office, Camilla approached him with a worried expression.

"Dennis, I took Secretary King's place. Is she upset? Will she refuse to teach me?" Camilla asked.

Dennis furrowed his brow, glancing at Dylon. "Where is Zara?"

Dylon, realizing his mistake in not informing Dennis earlier, quickly explained, "Secretary King has taken leave due to some family matters. I apologize for not informing you this morning, as I was busy preparing for the meeting."

"Family matters? It must be serious if she couldn't even inform me in advance," Dennis remarked, his concern evident.

Camilla, with a gentle and innocent demeanor, looked at him with worry. "If she's not here, should I go back and come over when she returns?"

Dennis, sensing Camilla's emotional state, subtly distanced himself. "If she's not here, you can go back for now. Come over when she returns."

Camilla's gaze shifted towards the secretary's office, her expression transforming into bitterness as she clenched her teeth.

It had to be Zara, deliberately trying to sabotage her progress!

She didn't believe Zara had any real emergency; she just wanted to assert her power!

Zara, just you wait!

You were the one who provoked me first, and today will be a day to remember!

"Dennis, at three o'clock this afternoon, you have a golf game with Mr. Mullen from Peak Construction," Dylon reported, as usual, about Dennis's schedule.

Dennis's discontented expression deepened as he took a sip of his coffee. The freshly brewed beverage failed to provide the solace he sought; instead, his troubles grew.

"Call Zara and ask her to come back immediately for the handover!"

No proper handover, and she just ran off. The people in the president's office couldn't even make a decent cup of coffee!

"Yes!" Dylon promptly retrieved his phone.

Dennis glanced at it, his annoyance growing.

Zara had most likely gone back due to her grandmother's health.

But now that he thought about it, she hadn't been home in over half a year.

Mouna impatini lu pucked away the coffee, picked up a file, and started reading with a dark expression.

Dylon discreetly moved aside and sent a message to Zara: #crying #Secretary King, President Wood has been in a bad mood all morning. When you're done, please come back and save us!

Zara had nowhere else to go after visiting the graveyard. Upon receiving Dylon's message, she decided it would be best to finish the handover quickly and leave as soon as possible.

There was no way Dennis could find out about the baby. He would never allow someone like her to have a child with the Wood family name.

So, the sooner she finished the handover and left Bane Corporation, the safer it would be to stay far away from Dennis.

Zara didn't linger and swiftly flew back to H City.

The next morning, Zara arrived at the company on time.

The people in the president's office greeted her as if they were reuniting with long-lost family members.

"Secretary King, why are you resigning? What are we going to do without you?"

"Yeah, President Wood is terrifying when he's angry. Yesterday, I was afraid to even breathe too hard!"

"Boohoo, Secretary King, please don't leave. We can't survive without you soothing President Wood!"

As they spoke, the signal for the president's exclusive elevator lit up. The complaining crowd immediately straightened up and formed a neat line by the elevator doors.

Moments later, the elevator door opened.

Dennis, dressed in a black custom suit, stepped out with Camilla by his side.

"Good morning, President Wood," the entire office greeted in unison, including Zara, who stood towards the back.

Zara, wearing her customary black and white dress, let her long hair flow freely over her shoulders.

But her once gentle expression had transformed into a cold and distant demeanor.

Dennis approached Zara, accompanied by Camilla, and introduced her as his new secretary, his voice devoid of warmth or emotion. "This is Camilla. Make sure to train her properly," he instructed, his words laced with an icy tone.

Chapter 4

Zara's gaze met Camilla's, and the resemblance between them was undeniable. Camilla looked much more like Mackenzie than Zara ever did.

"Alright, President Wood," Zara nodded, maintaining her polite and respectful attitude.

"Thank you so much, Lynn! I promise to work hard and learn quickly!" Camilla replied, her tone dripping with coquettishness.

"No problem."

Dennis observed Zara closely, searching for any signs of resentment or jealousy. Surprisingly, he found none. She seemed indifferent, not jealous. Irritation crept into his mind, overshadowing his thoughts.

"Coffee," Dennis commanded curtly, his gloomy expression evident as he entered his office.

In the pantry, Zara spoke to Lynn about Dennis's particular taste in coffee.

"Lynn, you should stay away from Dennis. Every time he sees you, his mood turns sour. He's with me now, and it makes me feel bad when he's unhappy," Camilla declared, crossing her arms and adopting a haughty expression, asserting her position as the official girlfriend.

Undeterred, Zara focused on grinding the coffee beans, maintaining her composure. She calmly responded, "Ms. Roberts, if you want me to leave promptly, I suggest you speak less and learn more efficiently."

Camilla had hoped to provoke Zara, to make her lose her temper and lash out. She wanted Dennis to dislike Zara even more, sympathize with her, and ultimately remove Zara from the picture. But to her surprise, Zara remained unfazed.

Camilla clenched her teeth in anger. She had been sent to Dennis's side several months ago, fully aware that she stood in Zara's way. Despite their striking resemblance, Dennis continued to favor Zara and disregard Camilla. He never reached out to touch her hand, and apart from occasional glances at her face, he seldom displayed any kindness towards her.

Filled with resentment, Camilla glared at Zara, a mixture of anger and envy in her eyes.

"What are you so proud of? You're just someone Dennis got tired of and abandoned!" Camilla sneered, her disdain evident.

Zara looked at Camilla, as if she could see through everything. "This is our first time meeting, isn't it? Ms. Roberts, why do you hate me so much?"

Camilla paused, reflexively denying Zara's accusation. "I don't!"

"Is it because you haven't made it to Dennis's bed yet?" Zara teased.

"You're talking nonsense!" Camilla retorted, her sore spot hit.

"On the secretary's desk, there are two notebooks. One is Dennis's secretary handbook, the other is Dennis's lover handbook, containing all his preferences."

Confused, Camilla asked suspiciously, "What do you mean?"

"Handing over work, what else could it mean?" Zara smiled. "Ms. Roberts, I don't care about Dennis as much as you think. It's just a job. I've always been professional when dealing with work, and everything that should be handed over to you will not be left out. However, how much you learn and whether you can please Dennis depends on your own abilities."

Camilla frowned, eyeing Zara with suspicion. Are you really that kind-hearted?

After a moment of contemplation, Camilla spoke up, her tone laced with a warning. "You better honor your commitments, or there will be repercussions!"

Zara completed the coffee, pushing the cup toward Camilla with a gentle demeanor. "Ms. Roberts, you've voiced your thoughts extensively, and I merely wish to caution you as well. Today may be forgiven, but going forward, I advise you to focus on your own dealings with Dennis and keep your distance from me. Do not provoke me, or you will face the consequences."

A sudden chill ran down Camilla's spine under Zara's gaze. She had underestimated her, thinking she was an easy target. But now, it seemed that Zara was anything but.

At that moment, a knock came from outside.

"Secretary King, the head of one of the sales departments is here, looking for you!"

Zara tapped her fingers on the table. "What are you waiting for? Go and give President Wood his coffee."

Then, Zara left the pantry.

"Secretary King!"

As Zara walked out, the head of the sales department rushed over.

"How could you make such a big mistake? Are you planning to resign?! If we didn't schedule a meeting with the client earlier to present the proposal, by the time the incident happened, you would have already left! I suspect you took money from competitors and deliberately tampered with our contract, causing us to lose the opportunity for cooperation!"

The sales director, Maverick Johnson, was known for his hot temper and straightforwardness. He had recently worked closely with Zara.

"Mr. Johnson, can you calm down? What happened?" Zara asked, her voice deep and steady.

"It's about The Prodigy Inc. The data on the contract was provided by you, right?" Maverick asked angrily.

"Yes," Zara nodded. "I carefully checked all the data and confirmed there were no issues before handing it over to the sales department."

"Bullshit!" Maverick shouted.

This order was crucial for his team. Losing it meant missing out on a huge bonus and the priority of company resources for the next quarter.

"Take a look at what a colossal mistake you've made! This is a billion-dollar order. Do you have any idea how much effort our entire team has put into this?" Maverick exclaimed, angrily throwing a stack of documents onto the table in front of Zara.

Zara picked up the documents and examined them carefully. She noticed that the errors had already been circled in red. There were six mistakes in total, all challenging to detect. Two of them involved misplaced decimals.

"The data wasn't like this when it left my hands," Zara stated with certainty.

"So you're saying our sales department screwed it up big time, ignoring the huge commissions just to set up your Secretary King like this?" Maverick said, slamming his hand down on the table.

"What's all the fuss about?" At that moment, Dennis emerged from his office.

"President Wood!" Maverick quickly went over, beating his chest and stomping his feet as he explained the situation once again.

Standing next to Dennis, Camilla looked surprised. She glanced at Zara. "Mr. Johnson, something seems to have happened at Lynn's home recently. She might have been distracted. Please calm down. There will always be another deal. Getting too worked up is not worth it!"

Zara looked coldly at Camilla, who seemed to have disregarded her previous warning.

"Secretary Roberts, are you accusing someone?" Zara asked sharply.

"Lynn, you misunderstood. I was just trying to help you... Dennis, I was only trying to stand up for Lynn. She misunderstood me!"

Dennis cast Zara a significant glance, hinting at a deeper understanding.

"So, after pretending to be a gentle lamb for five years, the true nature of the wolf is finally exposed, claws and fangs revealed?"

This was the genuine face of Zara, unmasked and laid bare.

Chapter 5

"It's alright," Dennis reassured Camilla in a nonchalant manner, trying to ease her fears.

Camilla sought refuge behind him, pretending to be terrified of Zara.

Zara was at a loss for words.

"Zara, can't she accuse you? I can, right?" Dennis's voice turned cold and cutting.

Zara's eyes filled with tears, caught off guard by Dennis's lack of faith in her.

Dennis picked out a few data sheets from the file and handed them to Zara. "Even if someone else tampered with the data, your signature is on these, isn't it?"

"Yes," Zara replied.

"Then you're responsible," Dennis declared, holding Zara guilty. "You have three days to sort this out. If not, I will call the police."

Zara stared at him, feeling a twinge of resentment, but she quickly suppressed it. Whether or not she had any involvement in the situation, Dennis knew deep down.

Disappointment didn't quite capture her mood.

Dennis had always been vengeful. She had chosen to leave and had firmly rejected his attempts to keep her. If Dennis didn't kill her, it meant he had shown mercy.

However, Zara knew she wasn't entirely responsible for the whole mess. She refused to be a scapegoat.

"Fine," Zara responded with unwavering fearlessness.

Dennis's eyes darkened, unsettled by her stubborn and fearless demeanor. Without saying another word, he turned back towards his office, with Camilla trailing closely behind him.

As Camilla glanced back at Zara, a smug sense of triumph radiated from her. Soon, rumors of Zara betraying the company spread throughout Bane Corporation. Zara no longer had an office, so she took her laptop and made her way to the company library. She had been closely monitoring every step of the Maverick project, and her plan was flawless.

She had personally conducted research on Prodigy Inc.'s demands, so the proposal should have been foolproof, guaranteed to win their approval.

What a pity!

During lunchtime, Zara bought a sandwich and sat down in a quiet corner. Taking a bite, she replied to Paige's text.

When Paige found out about the situation, she immediately called Zara.

"Find the culprit! Make them confess!" Paige exclaimed angrily, her words punctuated by a stomping foot. "Clear your name! And while you're at it, give them a good beating!"

Zara responded with a somber tone, "But the significant deal still fell through. Many people dedicated months of work to this, and it shouldn't have ended like this."

"Zara, do you have a plan?" Paige asked.

"I will catch them, and I will fight for this deal!" Zara replied with determination.

"I will not let myself be slandered!"

"What can I do to help?" Paige asked without hesitation.

"There's a cruise party tomorrow night, and Kevin Bailey, the boss of Prodigy Inc., will be there. I'm going to bring the proposal and find him."

"I know about that party, and I should be able to get us invitations. But I've heard from my stepfather that Kevin is notoriously strict. Your proposal already had a flaw..." Paige left it at that.

"How will I know if I don't try?" Zara decided.

Paige nodded. "Alright, girl, I'll help you!"

"When this is over, I'll treat you to a fancy dinner!" Zara laughed.

"You bet!" Paige replied excitedly. "By the way, don't hold back with your outfit. Let's go shopping right now!"

After that, Paige couldn't help but tease Zara about her previous modest appearance.

"Look at you. You are a natural queen, stop hiding in the shadows, alright?"

"Okay!" Zara laughed in response.

She hadn't planned on hiding in the shadows anymore.

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows on the library's third floor, Dennis observed Zara with a gentle smile playing on her lips.

Had she ever bestowed such a smile upon him? Never.

A sudden surge of anger welled up within Dennis's chest, intensifying his emotions.

"Dennis, don't you think you're being too harsh about the contract problem in the sales department? You know Zara well, right? Could she really have made those small mistakes?" Russell asked, glancing at Dennis. "Look at her, so lonely and helpless, sitting out there in the cold!"

Dennis remained cold and heartless.

"It's her fault for leaving my protection. Why should I pity her?" Dennis said, his gaze fixed on Zara. "She deserves this."

Russell hesitated, unsure of what to say.

At that moment, a black Benz pulled up by the roadside.

Zara smiled, got up, and ran over excitedly.

Russell looked at her in astonishment. He had never seen Zara so lively and carefree.

As Russell inspected the car and caught a glimpse of the vexed expression on Dennis's face, he playfully remarked, "What's going on? Does Zara have a new beau? Is that why she's so determined to sever ties with you?"

Dennis's countenance turned icy, and he remained silent. He abruptly turned away and left.

The following evening, as the city lights illuminated the surroundings, a magnificent cruise ship docked at the pier.

Wealthy and influential people, even celebrities, dressed in their finest attire, boarded the ship.

Zara and Paige had already boarded earlier.

However... they didn't have invitations, only staff passes.

"The party is incredibly popular this time. Everyone in H City wants to be here. Invitations are hard to come by, so we can only sneak in as staff," Paige said apologetically.

"No problem, as long as we're on board," Zara replied, double-checking her flawless proposal.

"Soon, the cocktail party will start. Change into your gown and go find Kevin," Paige patted the bag next to her, which contained Zara's gown. "Babe, you're stunning. You'll definitely leave everyone in awe. Tonight, we not only want to secure Kevin's order but also find you a new boyfriend!"

Zara couldn't help but laugh. Which man would want a girlfriend pregnant with someone else's child?

Before long, the cocktail party began.

Zara changed into the gown and gracefully climbed out of a low window.

As soon as she landed and put on her high heels, laughter echoed behind her.

Frowning, she turned around to see a charming guy with adorable curly hair, holding a champagne glass, staring at her as if he was mesmerized.

"Sir, do you need any help?" Zara hesitated for a moment before asking.

"You..." The handsome guy looked at the low window and then back at Zara.

Zara was speechless. Her luck was truly terrible, getting caught as soon as she tried to escape!

She prepared herself to make up a lie.

But the handsome guy continued dreamily, "You're so beautiful, like a princess escaping from a fairy tale!"

Zara stood there, momentarily stunned by the situation.

Clad in a captivating strapless gown that accentuated her figure with its golden hue, Zara was a sight to behold. Her waist-length hair cascaded down in voluminous waves, adding to her allure.

With her smooth and fair complexion, delicately applied makeup, and a gentle sea breeze tousling her flowing locks, she appeared breathtakingly beautiful beneath the moonlight and stars. As she turned to glance back, her admirer was captivated by her enchanting presence, a handsome figure lost in her mesmerizing aura.

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