?<strong>Chapter 205:</strong>


    The next morning, in the underground parking lot of the Miller Group building, Pa spotted Adrian and rushed to approach him.


    “Adrian!”


    Before she could get closer, Adrian’s new assistant stepped in her way. The assistant, a man with a rigid demeanor, firmly blocked her path.


    “Can, step aside,” Adrian instructed coolly.


    “Mr. Miller, your mother has explicitly stated that no questionable women should approach you.”


    “She is not a questionable woman,” Adrian dismissed the concern, turning his indifferent gaze toward Pa. “What do you want?”


    Pa sniffled, attempting to summon tears, and pulled up her sleeves. The hard floor of the police station had left several bruises on her body.


    “Adrian, look at what I went through in jail. You didn’te to save me.”


    “You had iting,” Adrian replied curtly, without a hint of sympathy.


    He then continued walking with his assistant, but Pa persisted, following close behind.


    “Adrian, I was wrong. It was just curiosity.”


    “Curiosity about what?”


    “About your past,” Pa said, her voice desperate as she clung to Adrian’s arm. She was dressed provocatively in a low-cut outfit, her attire barely containing her curves.


    Before Adrian could scrutinize Pa’s bruises further, Can coughed discreetly to catch his attention. “Mr. Miller, the morning meeting is about to begin.”


    Adrian’s mouth curled into a slight smirk. Defiantly, he wrapped his arm around Pa’s slender waist.


    Pa let out a flirtatious giggle, its sound echoing through the empty parking lot and filling the air with a provocative undertone.


    “Can, push the meeting back by an hour.” Can was taken aback. Adrian was renowned for his unwavering dedication to his work, never once shirking his responsibilities for personal matters. Yet, now, influenced by Pa’s presence, he was ready to dy an important meeting. It waspletely out of character! Without following them into the elevator, Can quickly pulled out his phone to call Amara.


    “Hello? Mrs. Miller, there’s something urgent you need to know!”


    Inside the elevator, as soon as the doors shut, Adrian released Pa. She reached for him again, but he turned icy, his tone sharp. “Do you want to lose your hand?”


    Pa froze, not daring to move closer. She puzzled over their rtionship, unable to grasp why, when alone, they didn’t seem more intimate. Why did Adrian treat her merely as a tool? Could it be true, as Reba suggested, that she was just a pawn Adrian used to provoke Amara?


    Pa had been around Adrian long enough to asionally feel a glimmer of interest from him, but just as quickly, he would be distant, leaving her confused and humiliated.


    The elevator dinged at the top floor, and she trailed behind Adrian as they exited. Even if she was merely a tool, Pa believed she had the charm to make Adrian fall for her.


    Once in the office, with the privacy of the empty room, she felt sure she could sway him. Buoyed by this conviction, Pa straightened her posture, preparing to make her move.


    However, Adrian said curtly, “Find somewhere to stay for an hour, then leave Miller Group.”


    “What?” Confused, Pa looked around. “Where am I supposed to go?”


    “Suit yourself.” Adrian then pushed open the door and entered his office, leaving her standing in the hallway. Pa felt a flush of humiliation wash over her. He had no real interest in her!


    Determined to find another angle, Pa didn’t waste the hour. She bought coffee and desserts for Adrian’s assistants, ingratiating herself with them to gather information. She learned that Adrian particrly despised being manipted with substances. His ex-wife had drugged him, fueling his contempt for that marriage.


    Furthermore, she discovered that Adrian’s divorce stemmed from his inability to move past his rtionship with Reba. Although Reba had promised to help Pa get revenge, Pa was no fool. She wouldn’t let herself be exploited by anyone.


    Filled with a mix of cunning and resentment, Pa clicked her high heels toward the elevator. As the elevator ascended from the first floor to the top, the doors opened to reveal a dignified woman and Adrian’s assistant, Can, stepping out.


    With her years of maneuvering social circles, Pa could tell this woman held significant sway. She kept her head down, but the two still stopped in front of her.


    “Can, is this her?”


    “Yes.”


    Amara scrutinized Pa from head to toe. “Bitch! Can’t you maintain a shred of decency?”


    “Ma’am—”


    Amara cut her off. “Can, get her out of here!”


    In a panic, Pa cried out toward Adrian’s office. “Adrian! Adrian! Help me!” She struggled, but Can’s grip was unyielding, and he pulled her away with ease.


    Just then, the door at the end of the corridor opened, and Adrian appeared, his expression detached. Pa, her voice desperate as she was nearly dragged away, cried out, “Adrian! They’re mistreating me! You have to defend me!”


    Adrian did not even nce her way. His indifference was palpable. “Mom, let her go.”


    Amara scoffed, “I always wondered why you refused those blind dates. It’s because of this shameless woman! Are you really going to ruin your reputation because of her?”


    “Who I choose to be with is my decision,” Adrian responded coolly. “You don’t have the right to dictate my life.”


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