Livia chose not to look at or respond to George’s text or call. What might be the reason for her actions?
She simply had no desire to engage in conversation with a man like George, who was both a cheater and a traitor, not to mention his arrogance.
She had already made a personal commitment to never invest any emotions in George. The man forced her to do this.
This particular day holds significance for her, as it marks a moment of retribution. She possesses knowledge of the events that will unfold today, and she harbors no reservations about confronting anyone who dares to provoke her.
Livia Lumiere will not be seen as timid or easily pushed around. They will observe a different path in their surroundings. With unwavering confidence, she finds herself certain of it, for she took the time to prepare herself.
Lost in contemplation, she proceeded to their office without delay, her mind still lingering on the thoughts that had occupied her during breakfast.
As she made her entrance, the guards were filled with awe, and a few onlookers couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of her.
It is quite unimaginable for them to fathom the change taking place before their very eyes. Once resembling an unattractive bee with her spectacles, she now undergoes a gradual change, akin to that of a delicate butterfly. This marked the beginning of her journey. In the near future, a new Livia Lumiere will be revealed to them.
With confidence radiating from her every step, she entered the elevator, leaving her co-workers, who were accustomed to seeing her with a lowered head, feeling perplexed.
Livia’s face broke into a wide grin as she looked at them. One of the individuals raised an eyebrow in response, to which she replied with a mischievous smirk. The individual’s jaw fell open in astonishment.
“What is it that you are all waiting for?” She asked, pointing to the elevator button, which indicated that these personnel were already on their floor.
Confusion, bewilderment, and anxiety consumed them as they pondered over her treatment. Livia was acutely aware of one undeniable truth: they were in a deeply troubled state. With confidence, she resumed her stride as she reached her office floor. Every gaze fixed on her. The news spread rapidly, like a blazing wildfire. She will transform into a blazing inferno, setting ablaze everything in her path.
The presence on the tenth floor is palpable. Without so much as a passing glance, she ignored them. She softly whispered, expressing her immense pleasure in the moment.
Livia wears a smirk on her face as she makes her way from her house to the office. Glancing at her secretary, she proceeded to step into her office.
“Make me a cup of coffee. Check that it is neither too sweet nor too bitter. Give it to me in five minutes,” she said flatly. The secretary's eyes grew wide, and her jaw fell open, just like everyone else’s. The employees, whose office tables are near Livia’s office, couldn't believe their eyes as they witnessed the astonishing scene.
The secretary and the employees exchanged glances. Questions linger in their eyes, their silent inquiries seeking answers that elude all.
The secretary just shrugged her shoulders, thinking that Livia had just gotten up badly.
Unbeknownst to the secretary, she was about to face a humiliation she had never encountered before. Livia settled into her swivel chair, finding it quite comfortable.
At any given moment, not only will her secretary, but also her workload, make their entrance through the door. Countless times had she readied herself prior to her arrival at this place. The woman feigned diligent work, eagerly anticipating the demons’ next move. She was the one responsible for creating all the reports, particularly in the finance department.
Livia couldn’t help but stifle a silent laugh as her first victim walked in, holding a cup of coffee. “You can get your own coffee. Why do you continue to give me orders when I already have a significant amount of work to attend to outside?”
After placing the coffee cup on the table with a slight slam, the secretary informed her. The coffee was spilled, just a little. While still working on her tasks, Livia took a moment to look at the documents that the coffee spill had soiled. She managed to calm herself, yet her voice remained cold.
“Preparing my coffee is one of your responsibilities. It’s part of your job description. If you happen to be unwilling to proceed with the task, you may leave this office, but let me tell you, my dear, if you step outside my office without apologizing, you should find another job," Livia remarked with a chilly tone and soulless eyes.
The secretary’s breath caught in her throat as she absorbed the words, her gaze fixed on her boss with a grave expression. Uncertainty clouded the secretary’s thoughts, leaving her unsure of how to proceed.
There was a belief among them that something was amiss with their boss, and indeed, their intuition proved to be accurate. Livia, indeed, possesses a remarkable level of fierceness.
“As if I don’t know what you do during your working hours. Don’t test my patience, Miss Rebecca Vergara,” Livia said to the secretary, which paled in comparison to what she said.
The secretary felt a gulp rise in her throat, and her body began to perspire. Without hesitation, the woman lowered her head and offered a sincere apology.
“I apologize, ma’am. I promise not to do it again,” the secretary stammered.
The secretary, in a state of shock, remained motionless. Had Livia not raised her voice, it is likely that the secretary would still be rooted in her spot.
“What are you waiting for? Move! I dislike it when people slack off! Give me my coffee in just five minutes!” Livia’s voice echoed through the office, reaching not only the secretary but also the employees outside the department.
In a state of panic, the secretary swiftly retrieved the cup and proceeded to clean her boss's table. They weren’t expecting the timid Livia to yell. They pondered not upon the mere notion that she merely failed to arise from slumber on the unfavourable side of the bed. Nay, she is indeed undergoing a change, becoming an unstoppable force that eludes all resistance.
Livia paused her work for the day and patiently awaited the return of the secretary. Rebecca trembled as she delicately placed the cup. Livia grasped the object and brought it to her lips, savouring the taste as it cascaded down her throat.
However, she abruptly halted, pausing to contemplate the consequences of her actions. “The water isn’t hot, and it’s too sweet! Change this coffee!” Once more, she placed an order. The secretary appeared on the verge of toppling from the stand, yet she dutifully complied with the instruction without uttering a single complaint. The secretary is overwhelmed by the current situation, perceiving it as a nightmare experience.
Livia’s order persisted in its unyielding nature, causing her secretary to appear increasingly unhinged. This is just the first opportunity to show his pride again.
“Stop! I no longer crave coffee. Get these papers and type them in formal format, with no grammar or typing problems.” With a mischievous grin, she glanced at the secretary, who stared back in disbelief.
“Instead of simply do your job! Despite our position, you are acting as though you are superior to me before. I am merely reflecting what you sow,” Livia stated with an emotionless tone, causing the secretary to comprehend the weight of her words.
Livia noticed the tears in Rebecca’s eyes, but rather than feeling sorry for the secretary, she raised an eyebrow.
“Rebecca, I won’t show you any pity.” She informed the secretary, “You know it.”
Livia couldn’t help but scoff as Rebecca walked out of her office. The woman’s ears caught the resounding slam of the door. In the solitude of her office, she found herself overcome with laughter, its echoes reverberating throughout the room. She laughed so hard that her stomach nearly hurt.
“This is just the beginning, everyone!”
“Did I hear everyone correctly say that you’re acting like a tiger today?” Letty, her supposed friend, asked of her. During the lunch hour, Livia found herself quietly enjoying her meal within the confines of her office. However, the unexpected appearance of a witch abruptly interrupted her peaceful moment.She paid no mind to that person and had no interest in whatever Letty might be gossiping about with their co-worker. Livia had grown accustomed to Letty’s gossip, and she was well aware that this woman was spreading false rumors about her in their workplace. However, Livia remained unfazed by it all.“I am speaking, Liv. Will you not simply disregard me?” Letty asked, her lips forming a pout.Livia shuddered as a repulsive sensation coursed through her spine. She is astonished by the fact that this woman had the audacity to pout right in front of her, as if Letty were completely unaware of the deceitful actions she was engaging in when Livia’s back was turned. “If you’re just here
Livia had finally reached the third day of her return to the timeline of her life. The traitor remains unseen by her, and time eludes her to meet him as well. The woman is aware that George requires her, rather than the other way around. She stated that her boyfriend has yet to try the new Livia. The day’s work has come to an end, and she finds herself seated on the toilet in the company’s restroom, attending to her personal needs.Before, she was tired. However, now it appears that her job is as effortless as can be. Livia had just completed her task and was preparing to cleanse her hands when the sound of voices reached her ears, indicating the arrival of others.“F*ck! How am I supposed to do that report? I am unsure of my abilities to do so!” A smirk graced Livia’s face upon hearing their voices. Even in the privacy of the comfort room, she remains the subject of shameless individuals. Instead of yelling at them, she chose to listen to their conversation first.“Because I couldn’t
“What the hell?” Livia expressed her frustration. For the past two weeks, she has been actively avoiding George, yet that persistent individual continues to bother her both at home and in the workplace.At this very moment, George is incessantly bothering her door, despite the late hour of ten in the evening. Fatigue has already settled into her ears from the incessant knocking. Despite this weariness, she chooses not to grant herself respite by opening the door, allowing the man to proceed with his desires.With a swift motion, she grasped the phone and promptly dialed the number of the security guard stationed on the ground floor. “Sir, could you please get this man out of the building? It’s now ten o’clock, and he’s still disturbing my sleep! Take note that he should not be allowed to enter this building.” In a fit of anger, she directed her words towards the security guard.“All right, ma’am. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of it right away,” the security guard replied.She went near
Livia, exhausted from a day of hard work, finally returned home and began tidying up her belongings. She is decluttering, but not with her own belongings, but with those she brought for George because he did not want to bring them into his home.Livia was aware of the reason behind it: her style was outdated and couldn’t keep up with the current trends. Her parents, the ones who had raised her, were no longer present. Living alone makes her susceptible to being easily fooled by others.A chuckle escaped her lips as she caught sight of two boxes containing George’s belongings neatly tucked away inside a larger box. Trembling, she casts a glance at herself before swiftly discarding the boxes outside her apartment. The trash will be collected by a garbage collector.“I am old-fashioned, huh?” She couldn’t help but sarcastically remark to herself about what George had told her.“Just wait until Monday when you lay eyes on me. I will laugh in your face,” she says, despite the fact that the
Livia sat in front of the television, engrossed in her favorite show. Suddenly, a news report captured her attention. Anger and disgust tightened her jaw.“Good day, Mr. Welthe! Could it be true? Has the heiress of the Welthe Empire finally been found?” As Richard Welthe gracefully stepped into his luxurious limousine, accompanied by his loyal bodyguards, a curious reporter couldn’t help but ask about the distinguished old man’s presence.Despite the bodyguards’ efforts to ward off the barrage of unexpected questions from the reporters, they find themselves overwhelmed by the sheer number of journalists present.Richard Welthe is a name that is hard to miss, especially when he is on a desperate search to find his beloved child. The reward he offers for any information is nothing short of substantial.Richard Welthe, with a cold expression adorning his face, remained silent, refusing to entertain any inquiries from the persistent reporters. The man stepped into his car, and as if by ma
The grandest ballroom at Mr. Welthe’s prestigious five-star hotel was chosen for hosting this extravagant party. The entire world is on the verge of witnessing the arrival of the only successor to the world’s empire. Everyone is waiting for Mr. Welthe to reveal the identity of his missing heir, who went missing twenty years ago, causing his wife profound depression and ultimately leading to her death. The party was a joyous occasion, as it marked the momentous occasion of Mr. Welthe’s long-awaited reunion with his missing daughter. The entire ballroom transformed into a scene reminiscent of the medieval era. The guests were dressed in their finest medieval attire, donning suits and gowns that transported them back in time. One person is smirking especially since she expected this day to turn her life upside down. The woman is together with George, who is also excited for Letty to be rich. Both individuals presumed that the gathering was intended for Letty. “What did Mr. Welthe tel
“Please, my dear daughter, come closer,” Mr. Welthe gently beckoned, directing his finger towards her. The spotlight was directed towards her position.Applause filled the room as the crowd erupted in cheers. There were even those who expressed their congratulations. “I believe Mr. Welthe followed your advice,” Orion replied to her, his voice rising in volume due to the claps and congratulations.Livia experienced a sensation of deafness, despite the fact that she could hear her father’s voice with perfect clarity. Everyone is looking forward to her appearance on the make-up stage with her father. This is one of her greatest regrets from her first life. She is unable to see or meet her father because Letty did everything to prevent them from seeing or meeting.“Livia, what is it that you are waiting for? Come and join me here,” her father repeated.Her eyes were filled with tears, which slowly trickled down her cheeks. Flashing back, the memories of Letty’s actions towards her, knowin
Livia, unlike Letty, no longer indulges in the habit of incessantly boasting about wealth that does not belong to her. Her father has already had several people look into what happened to her before and why she is missing and cannot be found.Despite her reluctance, her father persistently urges her to accept the new ride he is offering. “However, Dad! I could simply borrow one of your cars right here! Why would one consider purchasing a brand new item?” Livia let out a sigh.Livia knew an old man who had a tender spot for her, and he often displayed a childlike demeanor when engaging in arguments with her. “Indeed, I am aware! However, my desire is for you to possess new possessions rather than those that have been passed down to you. You are a Welthe, and a Welthe will not be satisfied with simple things,” her father explained for the nth time.Her father, with unwavering determination, intends to present her with the shiny new key to a brand new automobile. He makes sure to mention