Nowhere To Run From The Cold-Hearted CEO's Obsession

followed, the office

kening his expression. The cup of coffee he'd carefully brewed for her sat untouched, the steam long

his voice. "Mr. Rockefeller, I have just seen Miss Flynn and M

eath his calm exterior. The moment passed, leaving only the glacial mask he wor

.

a, irritation sharpening his tone. "Aurora, what the hell is wrong with you? It's only some car f

we owe the truth to the public. We must stay fair and objective. What yo

napped, "If you care that much about being fair, you should've gone

shoulders drooping as

ontract worth fifty million! That's no small matter! You either go make things right with Mr. Rockefeller yourself, or you find another sponsor fast. Otherwise, the

ram every anchor dreamed of hosting. Aurora had held that honor three yea

insisting that Lana would inevitably claim the

in the restroom, smugly declaring that the station manager planned to mo

, composed smile, her voice s

into his office, the door banging shut behind him wit

ugh the open floor,

acked open. Marc's voice came o

r skirt and gliding toward his

Aurora's desk, curiosity lighting her eyes. "Aurora, what on earth happened? Marc lo

e financial brief she was prepa

efly in Sylvie's gaze.

p deal," Aurora replied

etching wide. "You've got to be kidding me, Auror

touched Au

for Aurora, waving her interview notebook like a trophy. "Aurora, you won't believe it. Thanks to

her tone cool as she offered a

back to her desk. A moment later, her vo

ter, meeting Lana's gleaming

id if nothing goes wrong when I host this year's Financial Beacon gala, I'll be the next you." Sh

d. The senior staff exchanged looks of quiet contempt-none of them had ever

sure, a faint, courteous smile softening her

couldn't resist tossing out one last jab-remarking how foolish it had been for

able; she refused to dignify

loe Morgan-fresh off an exhausting outdoor assignme

a lively tirade about Lana's shameless antics, her exa

Aurora slid the cocktail toward Chloe, who tipped back the

ra's calm expression. "Let me guess-Grayson

Aurora replied

worst! Cold-hearted as ever! Back then, he dumped you without an explanation-an

e pinned to the wall. "Go on, aim for the center. Pretend it's Gra

st as she released the dart, someone brushed past, jarring her elbow. The d

on stood there, expression dark as storm cloud

y. "Grayson, don't you dare take this out on Aurora," she warned, voice fierce