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    After he’d showered ande back down, she leaned on the sofa and studied him closely. “Is everything okay at thepany?”


    His frustration was eating her up.


    Marc sighed, rubbing his temples, his voice low. “Nothing’s working out. No one’s biting. We can’t close a single deal.”


    Doreen’s heart skipped. “If this keeps up, what’s the worst that could happen?”


    Marc’s face darkened. “What else? Bankruptcy. If you don’t know what’s going on, don’t make it worse by asking dumb questions.”


    There was a brief silence. Just as Marc’s mood was starting to boil over, Doreen changed the subject with practiced ease.


    “By the way, Marc, it’s about time you covered next month’s nutritional cost.”


    Living in a big house with servants to wait on her, Doreen wasfortable. But without extra cash, she couldn’t keep funneling money to her mother, ra—who was practically a leech. So every month, like clockwork, she had no choice but to ask Marc for more.


    But this time, Marc didn’t hand it over without a word like he usually did. Instead, he looked at her, tone t. “How much do you need?”


    That shift in his attitude made her stomach sink. He’d never asked before. He’d just transferred the money without blinking. Now he was questioning her? She kept her tone gentle, careful. “Same as always is fine.”<fnf271> Fresh chapters posted on FindN()vel</fnf271>


    Marc’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve already spent everything I gave youst time?”


    He used to give her a hundred grand a month. For someone just a few months pregnant, even with supplements and checkups, that should have been plenty.


    Panic flickered across Doreen’s face.


    “Marc, I wouldn’t ask unless it was necessary. The baby needs better nutrition now… and I have a checkuping up. That stuff adds up, you know.”


    But Marc wasn’t really listening. Without another word, he pulled out his phone, transferred the money, and muttered, “Manage it wisely.”


    With thepany barely staying afloat and most of his savings sunk into saving it, he didn’t have much left for anyone—not even Doreen.


    She nodded quickly. “I will. Don’t worry, Marc. I won’t be any trouble!”


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    He changed into fresh clothes and left again, barely home ten minutes. Doreen didn’t stop him this time. She just watched as the door closed behind him.


    Once she was back in her room, her fingers gripped her phone tightly, an uneasy feeling creeping in. Marc was already hesitating over a hundred thousand? She’d hoped to get even more today.


    Sitting on the edge of the bed, a sharp glint shed in her eyes as she started to think things through.


    If Marc really was going broke, there’d be no way to keep sending money to ra. And ra—selfish and loud—was bound to throw a tantrum when the money…


    Stopped. If she caused a scene, it could blow Doreen’s cover, and Marc might even end up hating her.


    So maybe… it was better to disappear before it all hit the fan.


    If she ran now, she could save herself the fallout.


    Determination shed in Doreen’s eyes.


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