As ra slipped into her car seat, she felt utterly drained. A sleepless night coupled with a hectic morning had left her mind in a haze. She couldn''t shake the question swirling in her head: Who was responsible for the fire? Could it be Dn?


    Just hours after Quinn had stirred the pot with Dn, the Bradford family was caught in a disaster, which made Dn a prime suspect. Yet, ra had crossed paths with Dn before without incident, and he never seemed the type to hold a grudge.


    Massaging her temples, she reconsidered. Perhaps Quinn had pushed Dn too far this time. After all, Dn had brought a gun into the mix, so suspicion still lingered.


    Driving to Ferguson Corporation, ra''s thoughts were a tangled mess. It wasn''t until she settled at her desk that the world seemed to spin, prompting her to rest her head for a moment. But just as she was drifting off, a cold ssh jolted her awake, soaking her and her desk.


    Looking up, she met Eden''s smug gaze. Eden, with a triumphant grin, clutched a bucket she had snatched from a janitor. "ra, I warned you. Every time I see you, I''ll make you pay. Either quit and vanish forever, or deal with this."


    ra caught the snickers from her coworkers, as if they were amused by her misfortune of crossing the office diva. Wiping her face, ra forced a smile. "Feeling better, Ms. Eden?"


    Eden''s face contorted with anger as she raised the bucket to strike. This girl had the nerve to taunt her! ra hadnded her in the hospital, and today was payback time. But before the bucket coulde down, ra grabbed Eden''s wrist and threw a potted nt at her head.


    Eden, still not fully recovered from her hospital stay, went down as darkness closed in. "ra! I''ll make sure Dn fires you today!"


    Clutching her injury, Eden''s eyes burned with hatred as she red at ra. No, it wouldn''t stop at firing. She''d use the Ferguson family''s clout to make ra''s life miserable.


    Eden shot onest venomous look at ra and stormed out, not bothering to stop by Dn''s office.


    ra, drenched, shivered at her desk. Her colleagues were stunned by her boldness in standing up to Eden. Silence reigned in the office.


    When ra was summoned to Dn''s office, she braced for a firing. But Dn merely inquired about the Dawson family project.


    Noticing her soaked state, he frowned, coughing slightly before asking, "What happened?"


    ra kept her silence.


    Dn wheeled closer, trying to take her hand to inspect a bleeding cut on her finger.


    But ra pulled her hand away, asking, "Is your health alright, Mr. Dn?"


    His hand paused mid-air, his gaze shifting away. "Yes."


    "So, did you handle the Bradford family situation?"


    His eyes flickered, momentarily broken, before he softly asked, "Do you think it was me?"


    "I''m just being rationally suspicious."


    Dn started coughing again, covering his mouth with a handkerchief, his cheeks flushed, hisshes lowered, avoiding her gaze.


    ra, growing impatient, pressed on. "Mr. Dn, is it or isn''t it? Just answer the question."


    Dn finally stopped coughing, weariness lining his features as he smirked slightly. "What if it was?"


    ra stared hard, trying to gauge if he was serious or joking.


    Returning to his desk with a defeated air, he said, "Just assume it was."


    ra stepped forward, frustration rising, mming her hand on the documents he was pulling away.


    "What do you mean, ''just assume''? Are our lives meaningless to you, Mr. Dn? I''m seriously asking."


    With a tearing sound, the papers ripped in half as he yanked them from her grip.


    Only then did ra notice the veins bulging on the back of his hand, as if he was wrestling with something deep within.