Andrew had considered this issue before and was anxious about it. “Andrew, I trust you,” Ivan said warmly, trying to ease his mind. “The company will rely on you in the future, so take this three million as a token of my recognition and gratitude for your hard work. Do you understand?” Andrew was deeply moved and understood his boss’s intentions. He vowed to serve Marsh Group with utmost dedication. “So, take it,” Ivan insisted gently but firmly. “Thank you, Mr. Marsh. Rest assured, I will be even more diligent in the future,” Andrew said, bowing and carefully accepting the bank card, filled with emotion. They both knew that Mr. Marsh was not short of money but lacked loyal and capable assistants.
Early morning in an apartment.
Agnes woke up slowly to find it already daylight. She groggily reached for her phone and saw it was a workday. She paused but then remembered she had the day off, feeling relieved. Her recent poor mental state had been torturous. As she prepared to go back to sleep, she noticed a figure at her desk. She quickly became alert and stared at the back of the person.
Ansel sat in the chair, holding the mouse and looking at her computer.
“Ansel!” she exclaimed angrily, sitting up. “What are you doing? Who let you in? What are you looking at?” Ansel glanced at her before she hurriedly got out of bed and put on her slippers to confront him.
Seeing the email page on her screen made her furious. “Who gave you permission to invade my privacy?” Before she could react further, Ansel stood up and faced her, his voice filled with restrained anger. “Agnes, you’re so out of touch with reality!” he said.
“Who let you into my room? Who gave you permission to look at my computer?” Agnes was frantic.
“Agnes, do you know what you’re doing? You’ve sent over 400 emails to someone who hasn’t responded!” Ansel’s voice was heavy with pain. His goddess was demeaning herself by clinging to someone so unworthy.
“A person you’ve never met! You’ve wasted seven years on this! Are you insane?” Ansel shook her shoulders forcefully. “Wake up! You’re losing your mind!”
He had seen everything… Agnes felt devastated not because he saw it but because she wanted to protect Mr. Kitten’s memory in her heart without anyone knowing.
“Agnes!” Ansel grabbed her arm and pushed her onto the bed angrily. “You’ve even created comics for him! Sweetheart Cookies?! He’s been draining you emotionally! Has he ever brought you any joy? He entered your life irresponsibly and left! My God! Are you insane or am I?”
Ansel yelled, also feeling overwhelmed.
Agnes lay on the bed, disheveled and pale. She didn’t want to say anything; she felt heartbroken as if her heart had been torn apart.
“Such a person! Someone who doesn’t even exist! You’ve loved him for seven years! You even draw him! You must be delusional!” Ansel pointed at her furiously.
He couldn’t understand such feelings!