In the break room, the weight of those words crashed into Charlotte like a tidal wave. Her ears were filled with a deafening disbelief as she rushed back to her desk, her hands trembling uncontrollably. She fumbled to open her laptop, desperate for any shred of information that could confirm or deny what she had just heard.A few pictures of Sebastian and an elegant Parisian socialite having dinner together appeared on the screen. They looked intimate, almost like a couple. A wave of heartache and betrayal crashed over Charlotte, making her feel like the whole world was mocking her.At that moment, she felt an unprecedented sense of loneliness and overwhelming helplessness. She knew she had to find a chance to talk to Sebastian, but for now, she needed to calm down and sort out her thoughts.As night fell, Charlotte returned home to an empty house. She stood by the window, gazing at the night outside, her mind in turmoil.She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She couldn't

At this moment, Charlotte finally understood how Sebastian must have felt when her master was sick, and he wanted to talk, but she didn't clear up their misunderstanding in time. Now, it was her turn. She realized that a diamond bachelor like Sebastian would naturally attract many pursuers, adding to her heavy heart.In the quiet of the night, Charlotte found herself unable to sleep. Her mind kept replaying the unmistakable voice of that girl—Claire. And there was the critical project Nathan had mentioned, with all clues pointing to this woman. She decided to follow the trail and try to find more information on social media.After some searching, Charlotte finally found Claire's account on Instagram. She saw Claire's latest post: a photo of her and Sebastian having dinner together. Claire wore a sexy outfit with bright red lips and looked extremely happy. Sebastian's eyes were fixed on her, and many comments below praised them as a golden couple. The image of the two smiling together

Charlotte was torn, unsure whether to tell Sebastian about the art gallery. They were currently in a cold war, and if she brought it up, Sebastian might think she was only interested in him because of the gallery, despite him initiating their marriage agreement. She didn't want to deepen their misunderstanding.Pacing in her office, Charlotte's mind was in turmoil. She knew that if she didn't address the gallery issue, her stepmother and stepsister Eva would undoubtedly take away her mother's legacy. But she also feared that talking to Sebastian about it now might worsen things.Just as she was deep in thought, Nathan walked in. "Charlotte, I've just received the news. Sebastian is extending his business trip. He mentioned that the project negotiations are a bit tricky and require more time," Nathan said, looking at Charlotte with concern.Charlotte nodded, her mood growing heavier. Every time she checked Claire's Instagram, she saw them dining at upscale restaurants or attending thea

 Lately, Charlotte had been feeling somewhat adrift. Being with George had stirred an anxiety in her that she had never felt before. Even though George ultimately chose Eva, she didn't harbour much resentment; she ended their relationship.She stood before the mirror, gazing at her weary reflection. She realized Sebastian had influenced her emotions. Taking a deep breath, she acknowledged the need to regain her balance.Just then, the doorbell interrupted her thoughts. Opening the door, she found George standing there, looking at her with a troubled expression."George, what brings you here?" Charlotte asked a slight furrow in her brow."Charlotte, I need to talk to you," George's voice conveyed emotion.Charlotte invited George in, and they sat down to chat. George shared some recent troubles and feelings with her, and Charlotte tried to offer encouragement despite her low spirits.As they got engrossed in their conversation, C

 Charlotte, her heart shattered, left the hotel. The pain of George's betrayal, once deeply felt, was now compounded by witnessing another scene of potential unfaithfulness. She sought solace, leaning against a lamppost, her breaths deep and heavy, trying to calm the storm of emotions within her. Meanwhile, in a dimly lit, smoke-filled office across town, the enigmatic figure of Claire's father, Ronaldo, was receiving an update from one of his trusted men, who was tasked with the delicate job of monitoring Sebastian. "Boss, a woman came to see Sebastian," the man reported. "What kind of woman?" Ronaldo asked, his interest piqued as he sipped his drink.