Entering the residentialpound, Mnie saw two children ying with snow at the entrance. In their bags were the candles they had just gotten.


    Mnie was lost in thought as she recalled something from the past.


    Returning home, Mnie got a chair and slowly hung the enormous decoration in the living room. The adorable Santa decoration added a touch of warmth to the otherwise deste space,


    In the evening, she went to a nearby mall to buy groceries for the next day.


    However, upon her return, Eugene’s car was parked in yesterday’s spot again.


    Mnie pretended not to notice, but he followed her and stated his intention, “I came to pick up the report.”


    She nced at him. “You could’ve just emailed to remind me.”


    Christmas was not a holiday season for LeapCo. While the employees could rest, Eugene, the boss, had numerous social obligations.


    When she was still at LeapCo, the period around Christmas was always busy. She had to apany Eugene to various events with business partners or family–held banquets.


    However, without fail, she would return home to celebrate with her grandfather every Christmas Eve. Eugene Said casually, “I happened <b>to </b>pass by. Sending an email might take more time.”


    Mnie said nothing. She would hand him the report when she got home. Eugene stood in the living room, eyeing therge piece of decoration. A glint flickered in his eyes, and then he looked at Mnie. “Did you hang it yourself?”


    “Yes,” Mnie replied without lifting her head. She watched the progress bar of the file transfer.” The electronic version has been sent to your email. The hard copy will be submitted after Christmas as it requires an official seal.”


    Eugene’s gaze lingered on the Santa decoration. It seemed he had something else to say, but before he could speak, his phone rang.


    He was busy, indeed. He received three calls, all asking for his presence.


    Eugene spent no more <b>than </b>ten minutes at Mnie’s ce..


    Once he left, the tiny house seemed even emptier. Mnie sat in the living room for a while and then turned on the TV. She made herself a simple bowl of pasta and tidied up the ce.


    By the time she finished the entire routine, it was only 8:00 pm.


    Time seemed to pass slowly when there was nothing to do<b>. </b>


    Mnie picked up her phone and realized Yvonne and Reny had sent her messages.


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    Yvonne had arrived on the ind<b>, </b>and Reny had just returned home. Mnie scrolled through the chat history. She nestled on the couch, preparing to reply.


    However, Lee’s call unexpectedly came in before she could send the message.


    Mnie answered instinctively. There were some noises on Lee’s end, and it took a while before he asked, “Mnie, are you at home now?”


    Mnie’s brows were furrowed. She asked, “What’s the matter?”


    “We’re at the entrance of your residentialpound. If you’re free<b>, </b>can you <be </b>out? Two main sponsors from Redwaves were present at tonight’s dinner. We brought some documents that you can


    take a look at.”


    Mnie said nothing and got up to put on her coat. She then headed to thepound’s entrance.


    The ck Maybach looked luxurious. Mnie saw Eugene standing there as soon as she went out.


    He looked tall and elegant against the backdrop of the dark night. Snowkes fell on his shoulders, and the warm yellow street light illuminated him, dispersing his cold temperament.


    Mnie strolled toward them.


    Eugene lifted his eyelids to look at her. His expression looked gloomy, making his deep–set eyes more profound and unpredictable.


    Mnie hesitated and asked, “Aren’t you supposed to give me the documents?”


    Eugene nodded. “Yes. They’re with Lee.”


    Mnie pursed her lips. “Where’s Lee, then?”


    “He’ll be here shortly.”