Chapter 9
Alia POV
“How’s the investigation on Aria going?” Marco suddenly spoke, carrying
an undeniable authority.
Urics
A flicker of complexity passed through Luca’s eyes before he lowered his voice to reply, “Boss, I’ve got everything figured out. She’s been through that kind of pain and betrayal. For the past three years, she’s had no one to rely on. If she weren’t tough, she’d have been devoured without even a bone left.”
Marco shot her a dark, icy glare that could freeze anyone in their tracks. The air in the conference room seemed to solidify for a few seconds.” Realizing he’d overstepped, Luca quickly added, “But now she has you to look after her.” Her tone carried a hint of flattery.
The elevator was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant, mixed with the cold, sterile scent of metal and glass.
The atmosphere in the company felt more tense than usual, with people bustling about.
Perhaps it was because the deadline for the Phantom Game project was looming. Everyone seemed like a tightly wound clock, ticking away.
Ding–the elevator doors opened.
A familiar figure stepped in–Camilla.
The woman was dressed in a tight–fitting business suit, her overpowering perfume suffocating. The sound of her high heels clicking on the floor felt like a declaration of dominance. Instinctively, I shrank back into the corner, pretending to organize my files, hoping she wouldn’t notice me.
But clearly, luck wasn’t on my side.
“Well, well, some people think they’re hot stuff just because they’ve become the CEO’s Secretary. Look at that short skirt you’re wearing- practically showing off those dark, chunky thighs!” Camilla’s voice was sharp and piercing, each word cutting like a knife.
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. I didn’t look up or say a word, just silently clenched my fists. ‘Hold it together, Aria. Her petty tricks are nothing.‘
Seeing that I didn’t respond, Camilla grew even more aggressive, letting out a sneer. “Aria, don’t tell me you didn’t know our president is
married?”
My heart skipped a beat, but I kept a composed expression. Of course I knew–after all, I’m the one who signed the marriage certificate with
Marco.
Just last night, Marco personally sent an email to the entire company announcing his marriage. Though I knew there might be other motives behind it–family Interests or covering something up–I couldn’t help but feel a tiny spark of joy. Hmph, at least he didn’t deny my existence as his “wife.”
Camilla was probably hoping to see me break down, but when I showed no reaction, her face turned green with anger. Gritting her teeth, she sneered, “You really have no shame. A man like our president is not someone a little intern like you could ever aspire to be with.”
I looked up, meeting her gaze directly, and replied in the calmest tone I could muster, “Miss Camilla, I’m just doing my job. As for other matters, I don’t think I owe you an explanation.”
Her expression froze for a moment, clearly not expecting me to fight back. A flash of venom crossed her eyes, I knew this woman wouldn’t let it go. She was probably already scheming to dig up dirt on me and teach me a harsh lesson. Too bad for her–she’d be disappointed. I’m not the same Aria from three years ago, the one who let others walk all over her.
After work, I headed straight to the nearby Portano chain supermarket.
The supermarket was bustling with noise. The lively atmosphere here helped me relax a bit.
1:04 AM
Chapter 9
Passing by the ginseng and goji berry aisle, I couldn’t help but think of Marco’s tireless energy. My cheeks flushed at the memory. ‘Get a Aria. No more making those “nourishing” dinners.‘
grip,
I picked out ingredients, dialing Marco’s number on my phone. “Hey… what do you feel like eating tonight? I’ve grabbed a bunch of stuff. Any dietary restrictions?”
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