ra found it amusing and couldn''t be bothered to say anything. She stepped around Simon, ready to leave.


    But Simon grabbed her wrist and pushed her against the nearby wall. "Or are you trying to stir up trouble between me and Quinn?"


    ra''s hand itched with the urge to p him.


    Just then, the executive elevator doors opened, revealing Dn. He was in a wheelchair, wearing a dark suit, and even seated, he exuded an air of authority that was impossible to ignore. He was cold and distant, and kept people at arm''s length. His presence was so striking it seemed to change the very y of light and shadow around him.


    ra and Simon were tangled in apromising position that could easily be misunderstood. Just as she was about to push Simon away, Dn spoke up. "Employee Handbook, Rule Number Ny-Eight: No office romances."


    Her scalp tingled. Now she was truly misunderstood.


    Simon, adding fuel to the fire, said, "Uncle Dn, ra''s just having a tantrum. I''m trying to calm her down. After all, she''s my fiancée. I can''t just stand by and watch her chase after me all the way to Ferguson Corporation. She never liked doing chores or had any business acumen, so this ce isn''t really for her."


    ra felt a wave of nausea. This man conveniently forgot about his fiancée every time he ended up in bed with Quinn. No, she had to end the engagement with Simon to stop this repulsion.


    She turned at Dn, intending to exin, but he was already watching her. His gaze felt like it pinned her in ce, with an intensity that made her heart ache.


    The air seemed to chill. Everyone felt like the weight of Sn''s presence, and instinctively bowed their heads.


    Simon''s face turned pale, and the arm around ra trembled slightly.


    ra noticed this and scoffed internally. What a coward.


    Dn maneuvered his wheelchair down another corridor, and the tension lifted as he left.


    Simon sighed in relief andmented offhandedly, "Uncle Dn just got back from abroad and hasn''t been to the officetely. Wonder why he showed up today."


    ra pushed Simon away. "Simon, you wanted to end the engagement, right? Let''s inform both families and have a meal together to officially call it off."


    Simon thought he was hearing things. He''d always believed ra would never utter the words "end the engagement." Now she said it with disdain.


    A pang of panic hit him, and he grabbed her by the throat. "What did you say? Say it again!"


    Growing up in the Ferguson family, Simon always got what he wanted. No one had ever dared to dismiss him like this.


    ra, known for her beauty, had chased him for five years, which he found annoying. Now she was suggesting ending the engagement?


    "ra, I''ll admit your tactic has caught my attention. Are you trying to provoke me because I ignored you? Only I can end this engagement, so don''t even think about it. Remember who jumped off a bridge when I wanted to break it off? If it weren''t for your stunt, we''d have been done a long time ago!"


    ra''s throat ached, her face flushed fromck of air. She raised her hand and pped him, but Simon caught her wrist. His youthful face was filled with rage. "Let''s have dinner tonight, and stop this nonsense."


    Before he could finish, ra kicked him where it hurt most. Simon instinctively doubled over, cold sweat beading on his forehead.


    ra adjusted her outfit-a cheap online purchase that Simon''s tugging had wrinkled. A button had popped off, making it look like they''d just done something improper.


    "No thank you, Simon. I can''t have dinner with you. Go find Quinn. I''m serious about ending the engagement. I''ll inform my family when I have time, and I''m sure they''ll support it."


    After all, the entire Bradford family was on Quinn''s side.


    "You wouldn''t dare!"


    Why wouldn''t she?


    A wave of bitterness rose in ra''s heart. She sighed. Maybe she had really liked Simon in the past, but after losing her memory, she realized how blind she had been.


    She wandered down another corridor, trying to familiarize herself with the floor, and turned a corner, only to run into Dn again.


    Dn''s gazended on her disheveled clothes and the red marks on her neck. The marks didn''t look like they''d been caused by a choke. Instead, they resembled traces left from some sort of passionate encounter.


    His eyes narrowed.