ra stood there, puzzled by what he''d meant with hisst remark. It felt like he had more to say. She had a gut feeling that before losing her memory, she was really not keen on meeting Dn. From what she''d gathered about her past antics, she probably hadn''t treated him well either. She rubbed her temples, letting out a deep sigh.


    Late that night, she was jolted awake by the sound of some drunk pounding on a door outside. She wasn''t sure if it was her door they were banging on. She got up to listen more closely, but the noise eventually faded away.


    The next morning, ra got all her interview documents ready, wrote up a resume, and sent it over to the Ferguson Corporation. Within half an hour, she received a rejection text-no interview, nothing. But she didn''t give up. She kept applying to other departments, only to face rejection after rejection. Her qualifications were solid, so it was baffling that her resume wasn''t even making the cut.


    By noon, Megan had transferred a hundred and fifty thousand dors to her, which was hermission from the night before. ra''s eyes lit up, and she quickly called Aiden, whose number she had saved. She had a hunch that the guy who helped her out yesterday was Dn, and Aiden was probably his assistant. She was nervous about calling Dn directly.


    Aiden picked up almost immediately, sounding less than thrilled. "Ms. ra."


    ra tried to keep her voice calm and friendly. "Hey, Aiden, could you give me your bank ount number? I want to send the money back to you."


    Aiden''s tone wasced with sarcasm. Yesterday she couldn''t save a dime, and now she suddenly had money-clearly, this was all an act. He rattled off his ount number, and she asked, "Oh, by the way, is Mr. Dn free anytime soon? I''d like to take him out for dinner."


    She also wanted to ask why she wasn''t given a shot at Ferguson Corporation.


    "Ms. ra, your game is obvious. Did Simon say something again? I''m guessing you''re trying to please your fiancé by stirring things up with Mr. Dn?"


    ra felt like screaming. No one believed her amnesia was real. "If you don''t help, I''ll just ask Mr. Dn myself."


    She had his number, after all.


    Aiden sighed heavily. "He''s not avable. For the next month, he''s either in rehab or buried in work. He barely leaves the house."


    "Where does he live?" ra asked.


    Aiden hung up before she could get an answer. However, finding out where Dn lived wasn''t hard—it was in Palm Bay.


    That evening, as ra was heading out to catch a cab, she spotted Quinn pulling up in a shy sports car. Quinn stopped abruptly right in front of her. If she''d been any closer, she would have been knocked off her feet.


    A cold determination shed in ra''s eyes as she watched Quinn step out of the car. Quinn was all dolled up, makeup wless, and carrying a limited-edition handbag, looking every inch a spoiled princess. The Bradford family might not have been top-tier in the Capital, but ra and Simon grew up together because her mom, Naomi, was best friends with Simon''s mom.


    Quinn flicked her hair with a gentle smile. "Hey, ra, didn''t expect to see you here. Are you heading to Ferguson Corporation to wait for Simon?"


    Just seeing Quinn''s fake-friendly face made ra uneasy. She hadn''t bothered with makeup today, and just had on a simple pair of jeans and a white top, but she still managed to look effortlessly chic.


    Jealousy flickered in Quinn''s eyes as she smirked, "I''m having dinner with Simon. Want to join us? Oh, and after you left, Mom felt guilty about what happened on my birthday and got me a new car. Hope I didn''t scare you with that sudden stop."


    The old ra would have crumbled, spiraled into anxiety and doubt, and maybe even acted out. But now, she just nced at the car and smiled. "It suits you."


    Quinn felt a bit deted. "If you want to see Simon tonight, I can tell you where we''re dining."


    ra raised an eyebrow. So all those times she''d crashed Simon and Quinn''s dates, was because Quinn had fed her the address on purpose? Quinn was just waiting for ra to lose it so Simon would despise her even more. Then Quinn could y the innocent victim and have Simon''s sympathy all to herself. What a crafty little schemer.