Better to make things bigger and sit back to reap the benefits.
Max suddenly felt he wasn't exactly a good person either. But so what? To reach a goal, any means would do. That was how he was. And Max had no doubt that Draven was even more ruthless.
Troy didn't stay any longer.
When he returned to the villa, his eyes instinctively went to the couch.
There used to be someone there, waiting for him to come home, no matter how late it was.
Now, it was completely empty.
Troy had meant to go straight upstairs, but instead, he lost control and walked over to the couch, sitting in the spot where Ayla used to sit.
There was a small box on the coffee table, with a note pressed underneath.
It was from Laura.
"Mr. Winston, the glass has been repaired."
Troy opened the box.
Inside was the repaired M.L pine-shaped glass.
He held the glass in his hand, lowered his head, and examined it closely.
Repair techniques were incredibly advanced now. You couldn't tell at all that it had once been broken clean in half.
Yet Ayla would rather give up this glass than give him another chance!
Troy's gaze grew colder and colder as negative emotions surged violently inside him.
At this point, he had to admit a fact. Ayla was affecting his emotions.
He had never given Ayla the power to influence him. And yet, it still happened.
Troy didn't want to admit it, but his heart was completely out of his control.
He hadn't felt this kind of loss of control in a very, very long time. It felt terrible.
Troy thought again of what Rolf and Max had said. He suddenly tightened his grip on the glass. He used so much force that his fingers and knuckles turned white, as if the glass might shatter in the next second!
...
The next day was a workday.
When Ayla went out, she ran into Draven.
They exchanged a glance. As usual, Ayla greeted him. "Mr. Storm."
Draven nodded and said nothing more.
This kind of interaction was normal. But maybe it was psychological. The atmosphere felt unusually subtle.
They reached the garage. After exiting the elevator, neither of them spoke. Ayla got into her Range Rover and drove to the office.
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