They’d fallen right into the trap—no turning back now.
Gian had finally made up his mind about Danielle.
A classic wolf in sheep’s clothing.
She played the harmless bystander, always looking like she had no interest in the game. But beneath that soft exterior was a razor-sharp mind, ready to strike when least expected—and when she did, it hit hard and deep.
After dinner, Gian headed back to the workshop to organize some data.
Danielle wandered near the factory complex for a while.
This area was almost all industrial buildings, a cluster of sprawling plants on the city’s edge.
Factories like this were always set far from downtown.
Now, dusk was settling in, the last rays of sunlight painting the sky a glowing orange.
She stopped to admire the countryside, pulling out her phone to snap a few photos.
Danielle loved to capture every beautiful thing life offered.
But she’d been buried in work lately—days shuttling back and forth to the plant, barely noticing the sky above her head.
The fading sun stretched her shadow long and thin, making her figure seem even more solitary against the empty lot.
She turned back toward the main gate.
That’s where she ran into Millie.
The woman’s face was ashen.
Word had gotten out: Mr. Linden’s materials had turned out to be subpar—a disaster. The batch was already in production and couldn’t be salvaged; everything would have to be scrapped.
Worse, Millie had signed off on a hefty contract and already paid the first installment in advance.
All counted, the company had lost millions before they’d even started making a profit.
It was the worst possible beginning—a business stillborn before it ever had a chance.
“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”
Millie’s voice was icy.
She looked ready to pin the blame on Danielle.
Danielle paused, a hint of a smile flickering in her eyes.
But it wasn’t a friendly smile—it was pure mockery.
She blinked, feigning innocence. “Did what on purpose?”
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