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The minute she left, Antonio rose from his seat, visually assessing Cornelia. She was draped in another man’s suit

jacket, the fabric revealing its pricey origin.

“Cornelia, you’ve only been gone for a bit more than ten minutes. Did you go hunting or something?”

Cornelia shrugged off the jacket, pitching it into a nearby trash can. “Do you think I’m you?”

Antonio pulled her into his embrace. “Shall we continue?”

“Let’s not, Antonio. Twice is enough. I’m tired.”

She began to change her clothes, making no effort to avoid his gaze.

This made Antonio irate. “Just twice and you’re already bored? Cornelia, there are plenty of women out there who

crazily want to sleep with me!”

Cornelia had already put on her coat and slung her purse over her shoulder.

“That’s not my problem. I have a performance class later, and I’m starting a new film project next week. We should

avoid seeing each other for now.”

“What? Cornelia, I am the one who usually walks away after a hook-up.”

Cornelia was already at the door. “Consider me a jerk then.”

With that, she walked out the door, heading for the underground garage.

Meanwhile, Maja was making her way through the main lobby on the first floor.

She was brought here by Omar, who wanted her to catch a cab by the roadside.

But as she stepped a few feet away from the lobby, she saw Omar smoking a cigarette by the side of the road.

In just a few minutes, the ground around him was littered with cigarette butts.

Maja tried to play it cool, but the spot where Omar stood was exactly where she needed to hail a cab.

Furrowing her brows, she slowly approached him, only to hear him say, “Maja, if you can get Cornelia back for me,

I’ll give you the entire Casson fortune.”

His eyes were bloodshot, tossing his spent cigarette to the ground and pulling out another.

“Or tell me, what do you want me to do for you? Do you want me to kill someone? As long as I can get Cornelia

back.”

He choked up at the mention of Cornelia.

But Maja felt no sympathy for him. How happy would Cornelia have been if she hadn’t met the Cassons?

She was a gifted pianist, had the opportunity to study abroad, participate in various activities after returning home,

and her parents would still be running their small business.

She would have met a romantic man who shared her passion for music at a concert, instead of giving up

everything for fame and fortune.

Cornelia used to love people, but now she loved power and money. How wonderful. Women shouldn’t hold

themselves to such high moral standards.

The more one could give up, the greater things they could achieve.

“Mr. Casson, you overestimate me. I’m just Cornelia’s boss. I can’t decide who she should like.”

“You can!”

Omar’s tone suddenly turned obsessive. He grabbed her shoulder, gripping it tightly.

“Maja, she trusts you. If you tell her to, she will do it.”

“Let go of me.”

Before she could finish her sentence, Omar’s face took on a menacing look, shoving her into a car.

The next second, a bullet flew towards the spot where Maja had been standing.