To the Love of My Life

Steve immediately turned around, pressed the call bell in the private room, swiped his card to pay the bill, and went to the underground parking garage to follow in his own car.

As usual, Steve followed Ruby all the way to her residential complex. He watched her pay the taxi fare, get out of the car and enter the complex. Then, after waiting for the taxi to drive away, he gently stepped on the accelerator, moving his car a short distance forward.

It was almost midnight, and the streets were quiet. Steve sat in his car for a while before his phone rang.

Steve glanced at the caller ID, saw that it was Russell Henris, and then reached out his hand to answer the call.

“Steve, about the matter you asked me to check this afternoon, I’ve found out. Evan Yanna is a bit lecherous and a bit of a scoundrel. Many small companies are afraid of him and don’t like to work with him. He doesn’t have many friends, but he seems to have met with the Rising Group a few days ago. They’ve started a new collaboration, and the person in charge of this collaboration is someone you know, Maya Mitchell.”

Steve listened to Russell’s words without any emotion but did not respond.

After a while, Russell asked, “Is there a problem? Why are you suddenly investigating these small companies?”

Steve cleared his throat: “It’s nothing.”

Pausing for a moment, he recalled Evan Yanna’s words in the clubhouse earlier, calling Ruby a discarded whore. Steve’s eyes turned colder, and he said, “In the shortest possible time, find a way to take over Evan Yanna’s company.”

“Okay.” Russell agreed on the other end of the phone, then quickly typed a line on the keyboard before asking, “Is there anything else?”

Steve was silent for a moment and said, “Find some time to arrange a meeting with Maya Mitchell for me. I want to meet her alone.”

–

After the harassment incident, Ruby’s status at the Gardenia Clubhouse skyrocketed, and when she was paid, she was given a full month’s salary even though she only worked 20 days.

She had always wanted to meet the person in the Peony Room and even took an opportunity to visit the Peony Room. However, she didn’t recognize anyone inside. Only then did she truly believe that she was overthinking. A bitter smile appeared at the bottom of her heart; she really thought too much. How could she have forgotten that Steve was running such a large company, busy all day, and as his secretary, she saw his schedule packed full of appointments. He often wasn’t free until one or two in the morning. So how could he possibly spend so much time and energy revolving around her? Perhaps that day when she was almost hit by a motorcycle, Steve happened to see her, helping her out. All this time, it had just been her overthinking.

She had clearly separated from Steve, and there was no longer any connection between them.