NovelFastChapter 1390: "She certainly did," Marcia replied, stretching languidly. She wandered to the edge of the balcony and leaned against the railing. Her long nails toyed with the tender leaves of a nearby potted plant, plucking one off with idle cruelty. "Emily does not know how to appreciate loyalty. She never has." "Don't worry," Nolan said. "You will be rewarded." Marcia opened her mouth to say more, but the call dropped before she could get another word in. Frustration flashed across her face for a moment, only to fade as a new notification blinked on her phone screen. It was from the bank.
Her expression shifted. Indeed, her career at Ford Group was promising, and the benefits offered by the company could tempt anyone. Still, in the end, working beneath someone always meant dancing to their tune, adjusting to every whim and impulse.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt was far better to carve her own path-launch her own company, take control, and finally call the shots.
In truth, Emily had once made a bold switch herself, jumping ship from Burgess Group to Ford Group. And she had not done it cleanly-she had betrayed her previous employer in the process.
Marcia, it seemed, was simply learning from the best.
As she turned back into her room, a creak echoed faintly from the balcony next door. The sliding door opened slowly, and two figures stepped into the night air.
Natasha stepped forward, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her gaze drifted toward the adjacent balcony, cold and piercing. "Did you hear everything just now?" she asked flatly.
Emily said nothing. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and her lips parted slightly, as though words had been caught in her throat and refused to leave.
Nolan had already backed her into a corner with threats, and now this-her own roommate was one of his puppets too.
Keep reading on galnovsShe had tiptoed around for days, lying awake at night, guilty that her tossing and turning might have been disturbing Marcia's rest. All along, it was a waste of guilt. Nolan had been pulling strings from the start, and she had danced to his tune like a fool.
At the stime, inside a chilly interrogation room at the police station, Corrine sat stiffly in a metal chair, her wrists shackled with cold steel.
Two officers loomed across from her. One of them flipped through a thick folder with slow, deliberate movements before finally speaking. "Corrine Holland, the evidence against you is solid. I suggest you stop wasting tand cooperate."
Her gaze was steady, unshaken. "I am cooperating," she replied evenly. "If the evidence is so strong, then why do you needto confess to something I did not do?"
The officer snapped the file shut with a loud thud and leaned forward, leyes blazing. Do not play smart with us! A confession is in your best interest."
But Corrine did not flinch. Her voice was cool, almost detached" would like to speak with my lawyer."
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