Chapter 8 In the End, We’re All Slaves to Emotion
Kyle glanced at the iron drum belching thick black smoke and frowned. “If it’s garbage, just throw it away.”
Candice replied calmly, “Burning it is cleaner.”
Kyle’s brows furrowed.
The two stood silently in the courtyard as the last glimmer of light on the horizon was swallowed by darkness.
Friday morning, the dealership called–her car was ready.
Candice went to pick it up. As she was about to call Jim, she remembered the suit.
She had promised to get it cleaned and send it back…
After a moment’s thought, she dialed his number. She informed him that the car was fixed and sent him the repair
report and invoice. At the end of the message, she added:
“Hope you don’t mind me asking—what’s your young master’s height, weight, and measurements?”
She was so specific because suits come in sets. If she bought a replacement that didn’t match the pants, it wouldn’t be
right. He had lent her clothes in kindness–she didn’t want to inconvenience him further. Might as well throw in a
matching pair of trousers.
“”
Jim: “.
Candice waited a while and didn’t get a reply.
Maybe… the “uncle” didn’t know and had to go ask?
She didn’t dwell on it.
At the next intersection, she received a call from the finance manager–there was a figure they needed her to verify.
Her forehead injury was almost healed anyway, so she turned around and headed for the office.
She’d been on leave for days. As soon as she appeared in the project department, everyone rushed over to greet her with
concern.
She hadn’t told anyone about her resignation yet. Honestly, she felt sorry. Once she left, the team would have to adapt to
a new supervisor all over again.
After stopping by the finance office, Candice buried herself in her backlog of work. She didn’t look up until late
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afternoon, when she finally had time to print her resignation letter and prepare to submit it to Kyle before leaving for
the day.
But before she could even make it to the end of her shift, she overheard something in the break room that made her sick
to her stomach.
“Word from the secretary’s department–Mia Jones, the fourth young lady of Valson Group, started work at our
company today. The CEO gave her the office right next to his.”
“Are the Jackson family and the Jones family planning to form an alliance through marriage?”
“But don’t forget our Miss Hale is the CEO’s girlfriend! If there’s a marriage alliance, what happens to her?”
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The group fell silent. Then came sighs, quiet sips of coffee, and murmurs about how shameless Mia Jones was, how
pitiful Miss Hale was, and how cold–blooded the CEO had become.
Candice stood outside the room, quietly listening.
Then, still holding her empty cup, she returned to her office, sat down, dazed for a moment, then picked up the printed
resignation letter and headed upstairs.
The sooner she resigned, the sooner she could be reborn.
She reached the upper floor.
Before she could get close to the CEO’s office, Terry rushed over to block her path, his expression tense. “Miss Hale, the
CEO is in a meeting–he’s not available right now.”
Candice nodded lightly in understanding and turned to leave. Just as Terry relaxed, she suddenly pivoted, swift and
graceful, and strode straight to the office door.
She gripped the handle, turned it, and pushed it open with force.
Sometimes Candice hated herself.
She had already decided to walk away from this man–so why come here to disgust herself again? Why not just let it go? But people are slaves to emotion. Sometimes… you just can’t help it.
“Ahhh-!”
A shriek rang out inside the office.
Mia Jones, wrapped only in a towel, had been sprawled across Kyle’s back. The loud entrance startled her so badly she
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screamed.
The smile on Kyle’s face froze.
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Terry looked like he was going to faint. Covering his eyes, he stammered, “M–Miss Hale… it’s not what it looks like!
Miss Jones was moving documents and got sweaty, so she just… just took a shower. I was afraid you’d misunderstand,
that’s why I-”
Candice shot him a look–equal parts sympathy and scorn. “Terry, you graduated from a top university. It’s a shame to
see you reduced to a glorified brothel manager.
Then she looked away and walked further into the room.
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“You dare use veiled insults on me?!” Mia Jones jumped up, shrieking. “You’re just a lowly department manager barging into the CEO’s office–don’t bother coming back tomorrow, you’re fired!”
Candice walked to the desk, laid down the resignation letter, and said in a calm voice, “I already told you I’m resigning. I
have a lot to prepare for my upcoming trip, so starting tomorrow, I won’t be coming to the office. Of course, I’ll make
time to handle the handover properly.”
Kyle couldn’t meet her gaze. “Whatever you want.“.
Candice replied softly, “Alright.”
She glanced at Mia Jones, then turned her gaze back to Kyle. “Then I’ll leave you two to… your meeting?”
With that last sarcastic remark, she turned and walked out.
She’d only taken a few steps when Mia Jones’s shrill voice came from behind.
“Whether we keep meeting or not is none of your business! Candice, don’t think you’re anyone special–Kyle doesn’t love you anymore. He loves me! So many nights we’ve-”
“Enough!” Kyle shouted, cutting her off.
Candice took a deep breath.
She stiffened, turned back slowly, and said coldly, “Let her speak. I’d really like to hear how shameless a Jones family princess can get.” She lifted her eyes to meet Mia’s. “Love or not, you’re still the other woman. The fact that I could open that door means I can drag the both of you to the pillar of shame for every trashy couple to see. You get that?”
“You dare call me a slut?!”
Mia flew into a rage and charged at her.
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Candice slapped her across the face without hesitation. When Mia tried to retaliate, Candice yanked off her towel,
slammed her down by the head, and pinned her to the floor.
Before she could lower her hand again, a strong force suddenly pulled her backward.
Caught off balance, she stumbled hard, her lower back slamming into the corner of the desk.
Pain shot through her like lightning. Cold sweat burst out all over her body–and she couldn’t even make a sound.
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