ra knew Dn was talking about Simon. In all of the Capital, everyone seemed to think everything she did was for Simon. She couldn''t defend herself against


    such rumors.


    "Mr. Dn, I''m really strapped for cash right now and just need a job. The sry at Ferguson Corporation is decent, and I''m willing to work hard," she exined, hoping to clear the air.


    ra knew that if you were willing to work hard, you''d find no shortage of challenges. This truth wasn''t lost on her, but she was determined to join Ferguson Corporation. She wanted answers about Dn''s ident and their shared history.


    Dn, seated in the car, suddenly let out a sardonic smirk. ra felt a chill-a sign she had unknowingly hit a nerve again. He closed his eyes, his expression a mask of cold indifference. "If you want toe, then start working tomorrow," he said.


    ra''s eyes brightened, and she quickly nodded. "Thank you, I''lle in tomorrow to finalize the employment paperwork!" she replied eagerly.


    Dn said nothing as the car window slowly rolled up. Once the car passed through therge iron gates, he addressed Aiden in the front seat. "Don''t do this again."


    "I just feel her intentions aren''t pure. Eventually, she''ll stir up trouble with Simon, and it''ll fall on you to sort it out," Aiden voiced his concerns.


    Dn gazed out the window, resting his hand lightly on the documents beside him, choosing silence over words. Aiden knew better than to push the subject; his dislike for ra ran deep enough that he wished she''d vanish.


    Meanwhile, Simon had just wrapped up a date with Quinn and apanied her on a spree to buy several designer handbags. He was surprised-usually, when he and Quinn went out alone, ra would find some way to disrupt their evening.


    His annoyance with ra was growing, but tonight had been strangely peaceful. He had armed himself with a slew of sarcasticments, all rendered useless.


    "Simon, what''s on your mind?" Quinn asked, bringing him back to the moment. Simon gently lifted her chin, noticing the mark on her cheek. His anger red. "Why hasn''t that mark faded yet?"


    Quinn lowered hershes, ying the part of the damsel in distress. "Maybe it''ll be gone by tomorrow. ra''s been in a foul moodtely, and she even pped Ryan. Ryan''s still upset."


    "She''spletely out of control! Don''t your parents do anything?!" Simon eximed.


    "Every time they try, she threatens to leave. This time, she actually did leave for two days, and my mom''s worried sick," Quinn exined.


    Simon frowned in disdain. A family with a daughter like ra was truly cursed. "Quinn, it''s a good thing your family has you. I heard your investment project pulled in more millions. You''re impressive."


    Quinn''s lips curved into a small smile. "I own ten percent of thepany shares, and with how much of my family''s money I spend, I need to contribute more."


    "Heh, she''s been living off the Bradford family''s wealth for years without lifting a finger. You''ve only been back for five years and you''re already managing the projects so well. It''s amazing how different two sisters can be."


    ...


    The next morning, ra dressed simply and headed straight to Ferguson Corporation with her papers to start her new job. As she was finishing up the HR paperwork, she bumped into Simon stepping out of the elevator.


    Simon''s face clouded over immediately. It made sense now-she hadn''t caused troublest night because she was following him to work. He grabbed her wrist, his voice tinged with urgency. "ra, I don''t care what you do outside, but I''ve told you time and again, Ferguson Corporation is not your yground!"


    ra looked at his flustered demeanor, feeling a heavy knot in her chest. She yanked her hand free. Simon''s eyes darkened. "All you''re doing is making me despise you more. You pped Quinn yesterday. You should be thankful I don''t hit girls."


    The HR employee handed ra her new work badge, and she hung it around her neck, meeting Simon''s gaze. "Starting today, I''m an employee of Ferguson Corporation. Simon, I didn''te here for you-you''re not that irresistible."


    Simon''s expression shifted as if he had been pped, but he quickly regained hisposure. "If it''s not to chase after me, why would you want to work?"