The bodyguard pulled out a business card, sneering: “This is my card. Miss, you can call me when you come to your senses and collect your compensation.” He stuffed the card into her hand and left confidently, certain the woman would appear before him by nightfall to collect her due compensation.
“An Ke, go to the HR department immediately to process your resignation. Our small temple can’t accommodate such a big Buddha.” The wedding company’s boss’s wife looked An Ke up and down, shaking her head in disbelief, wondering how this pie from the sky had fallen on her head.
Just like that, An Ke inexplicably became a scapegoat, losing her job, her friends, becoming a universally despised third party. Her meager savings were almost entirely spent on rent and various expenses. She had thought about collecting the so-called compensation, but she had lost the business card. Every media outlet’s front page was about how she had disrupted the marriage between Jun Group and the Pei family, and Jun Hao hadn’t come forward to clarify. No company was willing to hire her.
If you’ve read the first chapter and feel you can continue, you might want to bookmark it and wait for Yi Han to complete it.
002 Encountering the Devil Again
Another unproductive day, with no company willing to hire her. A light rain fell from the sky, streetlights stretching her shadow long and thin. Hungry all day, her stomach growling continuously, she walked with unsteady steps, just wanting to return to her small nest and eat some hot instant noodles.
Just before reaching home, four men in suits approached her: “Miss An, please come with us.” She was escorted – more accurately, dragged – into a BMW.
“Where are you taking me?” she sarcastically thought to herself, wondering if the storm had truly arrived.
“You’ll know when we get there,” they replied. The BMW quickly navigated through streets as the rain intensified, beating against the car. Her mood was as turbulent as the weather.
The BMW slowed in front of an elegant Western-style villa, slowly driving into the indoor parking lot.
“Miss An, please,” they said politely, each supporting her as they brought her inside.
“Big Miss, we’ve brought the person you were looking for,” a man respectfully reported to the woman standing by the window.
