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"Ah!"
Bella Song found herself somewhere dark. Only the eerie glow from the streetlamps illuminated the place. Out of nowhere, a woman, covered in blood, slowly limped towards her. The woman had disheveled hair and her eyes burned with hatred. She spoke but her jaws barely moved. "You! I died a remorseful death because of you! You'll have to die in a miserable way!"
"No! Go away! It's not my fault. I didn't do anything wrong to you!"
Bella Song suddenly woke up. It was all a nightmare! She was covered in cold sweat. She couldn't tell how many times she had found herself waking up from a bad dream. Deep inside, she knew that this was all because of what she had seen in the past; that man and his accusations had haunted her ever since.
She stared at the ceiling, took a deep breath, and hurried to the bathroom. Her clothes were drenched with sweat.
Today was supposedly one of her rare, God-given day-offs, but the manager, Randy Chen, asked her to accompany him to a dinner party. He insisted that it was her business plan and it would be best if she was present when the plan was being discussed among the attendees.
The truth was, she just wanted to spend this rare holiday with her son. After all, she only had the weekends for rest and family time. She would have even less time to be with her family if she worked overtime.
She finished packing up and quickly took her son to Louise Yun's coffee shop. She smiled apologetically at her friend and said, "Louise, I'm really sorry I have to bother you again."
"No, not at all! Don't think about it, Bella. I love taking care of your son. We're good friends." Louise Yun beamed at her friend, but when she saw the concerned expression on Bella's face, she couldn't help but ask apprehensively, "Bella, you don't look very well. Today is a weekend. Where are you off to?"
"I have a business meeting to attend. Oh, you don't have to worry. I swear I'll be back soon enough!"
She had no idea about what waited for her at the party.
Bella Song had already finished drinking several wine glasses. She turned around and whispered to Randy Chen, "Manager, when will the party end?"
They left the private booth so that they could talk.
"Why are you in such a hurry? The big guns haven't even arrived yet!" He glanced at her and flashed a smile. He had an evil plan in order to get promoted.
"Manager, I have other plans for tonight. Can I excuse myself from the party, now?"
"Bella, are you telling me you're giving up this month's bonus pay?" His expression grew more serious. He was aware of how important money was to her. Just as he expected, she lowered her gaze almost immediately. She looked completely dejected.
He tried to comfort her. "I know you don't like to be here and neither do I. If I could only sit at my office all day and wait for my paycheck, I would've done that already. Unfortunately, I still have to go to parties and meetings to interact with clients and business partners. As my subordinate, can't you think about my situation?"
"But..." Bella Song wanted to say something more but stopped herself.
"That's right, don't say anything. Go inside the washroom and fix yourself. You look too pale. You'll embarrass us later if you go out there looking like this!" He gave her a stern look, threw away his cigarette butt, and returned to the booth.
Bella Song looked herself in the mirror and applied makeup. Despite her looks, she was breaking down inside. She was still haunted by the nightmare she had earlier. The thought of that incident and that man's hatred had clawed its way to her soul. She felt very guilty.
Louise Yun had reminded her many times that it was not her fault, but Bella Song couldn't stop blaming herself. If only she hadn't witnessed that scene, everything would have been fine. She wouldn't have had to leave her hometown, and she would have had a chance of being in love.
She brushed away her worries and rubbed her cheeks until they were pinkish. She finished applying her makeup and soon made her way to the booth.
She had just entered the door to the booth when she was stunned by what she saw.
Standing at the center of the booth was a man like no other. His face was chiseled to perfection. His deep set of eyes and lush eyebrows commanded everyone's attention, and his dark hair glistened in the evening lights. His every move was elegant and noble at the same time.
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