Bianca''s leave was over, and she gradually returned to work. But the moment she arrived at the office, Ethan Laurent blocked her path.


    He had been camping out at the entrance to Aurelion Group for the better part of two weeks, showing up every single day. He had no other choice; Bianca wasn''t taking his calls. After the fireworks disaster, he had been thrown under the bus, bing the public scapegoat for the entire fiasco while Bianca conveniently disappeared. His game was pulled from the market, and he was now buried under a mountain ofwsuits andpensation ims. Even after liquidating all his family''s assets, he couldn''t fill the hole. He was at the end of his rope, anding to find Bianca was hisst resort.


    "Director Lowell, you finally show up," Ethan cried, grabbing the fabric of her zer so she couldn''t escape. "You have to help me. You have to pull me out of this, or I''m finished."


    "Let go of me," Bianca hissed, her face turning cold. It was the peak of morning rush hour, and the lobby was swarming with employees. This was a disaster for her image.


    "No! Not until you give me a solution. I have nothing left. Just help me! For you, it''s just a matter of money!"


    Ethan was no fool. He knew that if he let go, he''d likely never see her again. He held on for dear life.


    As more and more people started to gather and stare, Bianca began to panic. She had never been in a situation like this and had no idea how to handle it, muttering weakly for him to let go.


    "I won''t! I have nothing left to lose! If you don''t give me a solution, I''m not letting go!"


    "Security! Security!" Bianca shouted, her voice trembling.


    Ethan''s face twisted into a snarl. "You think you can just cut me loose? You want to wash your hands of this now that things have gone wrong? The fireworks were your idea! You came up with the proposal, you even contacted the designer! And now you want to dump all the me on me? Not a chance!"


    "If you don''t help me," he roared, "I''ll call a press conference and tell every reporter the truth! Let''s see who ends up with their reputation in tatters! I''ve got nothing left to lose, so we can all go down together!"


    He had truly snapped. A man pushed to the brink is capable of anything.


    Bianca was no longer just panicked; she was terrified. The fear was in on her face, her carefully constructed poise shatteringpletely. People were already pulling out their phones, taking pictures. She instinctively raised a hand to cover her face, her mind racing in a helpless frenzy.


    At that critical moment, a hand mped down on the back of Ethan''s neck.


    Simultaneously, a suit jacket was draped over Bianca''s head.


    Ethan whirled around, ready to fight, but when he saw who it was, his aggression vanished. "Mr.... Mr. Harcourt."


    A wave of relief washed over Bianca. She gripped Seth''s cufflink like a lifeline.


    "Upstairs,” Seth said, his voice low and firm. He steered Bianca away while Ethan scrambled to follow.


    Security guards moved in swiftly, dispersing the onlookers and demanding they delete any photos or videos to prevent a leak.


    Noreen, Sophia, and their new assistant, Colby, who had just arrived, were also stopped and asked to cooperate.


    Sophia grumbled, "Who wants a picture of her anyway? We''re here for a business meeting, not to watch a soap opera!"


    A security guard gave an apologetic


    smile. "Mr. Harcourt''s orders. She''s practically his fiancée, you


    understand. We appreciate your cooperation."


    Sophia opened her mouth to argue further, but Noreen stopped her. She calmly took out her phone and handed it to the guard for inspection, signaling for sophia and Colby to do the same. She had work to do and didn''t want to waste time on this drama.


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