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    Sean’s gaze drifted down to his suit pants, now dampened with her tears, his irritation growing with each passing second. “Frank, are you deaf?”


    Startled by his boss’s harsh call, Frank moved quickly. He approached Marlene, who was still weeping on the floor, and grasped her arms firmly. With a mix of pity and resignation, he began to lead her outside.


    “Sorry, Miss Harrison, I have no choice.”


    As Marlene watched helplessly at the widening distance between herself and Sean, she stood frozen in ce as the heavy door mmed shut right before her eyes.


    The sky had darkened ominously, and a sudden p of thunder rolled through the air, followed by a downpour of heavy raindrops.


    Both Marlene and Frank were quickly soaked through.


    Frank dashed to the car, retrieving an umbre. As he hurried back, he opened it and shielded Marlene from the relentless downpour. “Miss Harrison, please leave. Mr. Scott doesn’t want to see you.”


    Sean had taken back everything he had given Marlene, leaving her once again with nothing.


    Marlene copsed at the manor’s entrance, her uncontroble sobs rising above the roar of the storm, but the man inside paid her no mind.


    The cold rain pelted her relentlessly, amplifying her pain and heartache.


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    Seeing her distress, Frank’s expression softened with a touch of pity. He crouched down beside her, his voice gentle but firm, lifting her by the arm. “Miss Harrison, it’s time to go.”


    It was clear that Sean didn’t want to see her; even if she fainted at his doorstep, it wouldn’t get his attention.


    Marlene got up with Frank’s assistance. He handed her an umbre and said, “Hold on, I’ll give you a lift.”


    Sean had already asked him to ensure Marlene got home safely, so a ride wouldn’t be a problem.


    Marlene gripped the umbre, blinking through the rain as she gazed at the grand manor.


    She imagined living there with her loved one, basking in its grandeur, but for someone like her, it was a dream beyond reach. Frank arrived, offering Marlene a dry towel as he helped her into the car.


    “Dry off so you don’t catch a chill.”


    As Marlene grabbed the towel, her fingers lightly brushed his hand.


    Frank, taken aback, pulled his hand away and cleared his throat. “I’ll give you a ride home to pack up. Please vacate the apartment within a week.”


    That was the most he could offer her.


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