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With this thought, Florentino picked up his phone and called up his group of drinking buddies. 

“Same place as always. Tonight, it’s on me.” 

Things hadn’t been going well for him lately–he deserved to indulge himself a little. 

Meanwhile, Courtney had deliberately changed into the latest season’s white Chanel dress, getting ready to find Flo- rentino and leave work together. 

As soon as she stepped into the department, her subordinates swarmed around her, showering her with unabashed flattery and sycophancy like a tidal wave. 

“Courty, your dress today is absolutely stunning. You look like a fairy descended to earth.” 

“Yes, yes, and that bag suits your temperament perfectly. No one else in the company could pull it off like you do.” 

Courtney thoroughly enjoyed being the center of attention. After responding to everyone with a smile, she made her way to the top floor, to the president’s office. 

However, when she pushed open the heavy solid wood door, the room was empty. 

Courtney felt a bit disappointed. 

She was about to call Florentino to ask where he was, when her gaze inadvertently swept across the spacious, empty desk. 

Suddenly, she froze, her heart gripped tightly by an invisible hand. 

There, under the crystal paperweight at the corner of the desk, was a small photograph. 

In the photo, a girl wore a simple white T–shirt, yet her beauty was unparalleled. 

That face belonged to Sandria. 

How could this woman’s photo be on Florentino’s desk? 

The last trace of color drained from Courtney’s face, her smile instantly freezing and shattering. 

Instinctively, she reached out, her fingertips trembling with jealousy, wanting nothing more than to snatch up that eyesore of a photo and tear it to shreds. 

Perhaps because she was too agitated, her elbow accidentally knocked over a tall stack of files nearby. 

With a loud crash, the pristine white documents scattered across the floor like a flurry of snow. 

Startled, Courtney hurriedly crouched down to pick them up. 

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But a slip of paper stamped with a bright red police seal stabbed at her eyes like a sharp knife. 

“Public Security Administrative Detention Notice” 

Detainee: Florentino. 

Reason: Threatening the personal safety of others. 

Complainant: Sandria. 

Each of those three short lines hit Courtney’s nerves like a heavy hammer. 

Her pupils contracted to the size of a needle’s tip, sharp and dangerous. 

She could hardly believe her own eyes. 

Florentino… the high and mighty, untouchable president of the Burnham Group. 

He was actually arrested by the police because of that bitch Sandria? 

How could this be possible. 

Overwhelming shock and surging jealousy twisted around her heart like two cold, venomous snakes, gnawing at her 

flesh. 

She clutched the flimsy detention notice so tightly that her knuckles turned white, nearly crumpling the paper. 

She couldn’t stay in this office for even another second. 

Courtney put everything back in place, then turned and left. 

Once outside the company, she took out her phone, her fingers trembling as she dialed a number she knew by heart. 

The call was answered almost instantly, and a cool, magnetic male voice came from the other end, carrying an innate sense of authority. 

“Courty?” 

With just that one word, all of Courtney’s pretense and strength instantly crumbled. 

Her tears fell like broken pearls, large and heavy, her voice thick with grievance and sobs. 

“Gasty… do you have time now? I want to see you.” 

Half an hour later, in a private room at a top–tier cafe in the city center. 

The man sitting across from Courtney wore a perfectly tailored black Armani suit, accentuating his broad shoulders, long legs, and upright posture. 

His features were striking and handsome, but his aura was as cold as frost. 

A powerful, unapproachable presence radiated from him, as if he were a walking iceberg. 

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He was the biological son of the Mosley family, and the current president of the Mosley Group–Gaston Mosley, whose word was law.