"They weren't lying when they said you have no shame!" Nanson snarled as he yanked his hand away from Ileana. "Ileana, you're nothing but a gold-digger! You think I'd still be with you? Dream on!"
Ileana was left sprawled on the ground, her face a mask of disbelief.
What had she just heard?
The Nanson she knew would never speak to her like this.
What in the world was going on?
"No! Nanson! You still love me! You must still love me!" Ileana clung to Nanson's legs in desperation.
Nanson kicked her away, just looking down at her, "Ileana, you weren't there for the tough times, and now you're back when the sun's shining? Get lost! Don't embarrass yourself further!"
With that, Nanson slammed the car door shut, revved the engine, and drove away.
Ileana couldn't believe this was happening.
Nanson had loved her so much.
He had said she was the one.
How could he treat her like this now?
It was lunchtime.
Many employees had come out to witness the spectacle.
"Some women, man! Total gold diggers! President Yeager said it himself, and she still has the nerve to show her face! Embarrassing herself!"
"Tell me about it!"
"Back when President Yeager was a delivery guy, she dumped him. Now that he's made it big, she's all over him! If I were her, I'd just disappear into a hole!"
"She must be feeling bitter, I guess. She could've been the boss's lady! And now? All gone up in smoke!"
"Gold digger! Serves her right!"
The mocking and scornful comments cut into Ileana like knives.
She was full of regret, wishing she hadn't broken up with Nanson.
She should have stuck by him.
If she had, she'd be the boss's lady now, not the subject of ridicule.
But regret was useless now.
...
Meanwhile.
In Capital City.
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