I interned at aw firm in college. During that time, I ended up doing a lot of grunt work, such as filing case documents, which was quite tedious.


    I could tell that Ss was imparting some very important information to me, so I was pleasantly surprised. After a brief moment of hesitation, I chose to hand the documents back to him. After dealing with yesterday''s incident involving the homeless man, I feltpelled to be straightforward with Ss.


    During the interrogation of the homeless man, I worried that if Nichs harbored any malicious intentions toward me, it would lead to awsult with far-reaching consequences.


    1 knew Pete and Ss could defend theirw firm, but if they were implicated, I feared it could impact Yasmine.N?velDrama.Org ? content.


    Her family came from an academic background, esteemed by the general public. However, she was still vulnerable to maniptions by these wealthy influencers. This was her means of support.


    Of course, I didn''t want to disappoint Ss either. I returned the documents as they were and calmly stated, "I''m sorry, Mr. Harmon. I''m not able to start just yet."


    I could see the surprise in his eyes. After all, I had fought hard for this job opportunity. But life was unpredictable, and none of us really knew what the future held.


    Ss hummed casually in reply. He disyed no emotion, stood up, and offered me a ss of water. He asked, "Do you mind telling me why?"


    His gesture unsettled me, evoking the feeling of someone about to seek legal counsel. I pursed my lips. holding onto the truth tightly.


    I''d only crossed paths with him a handful of times, and I didn''t want to trouble him. After all, he hadn''t proven himself trustworthy. "I''ll sort this out as quickly as I can," I said.


    Ss'' voice carried a hint of regret. "How quickly? Your gap year is on the brink of bing a fifth year."


    I stayed quiet. Lawyers tended to be professionally astute. I feared that any word from me could help him figure out everything.


    Seeing my reluctance to speak, he didn''t push. "Fine. I''ll hold your position for you."


    I was genuinely grateful for his kindness, though I suspected Pete had a hand in arranging it for me.


    "Let''s go," Ss said.


    "Where are we headed?" I asked.


    Ss grabbed the car keys from the desk. I was a little puzzled. He circled the desk, opened the office door, and gestured courteously, saying, "If I recall correctly, you still owe me a meal."


    Even though I didn''t feel like eating, I thought it wise to settle the debt promptly. I rxed my furrowed brow, deciding it was best to do it today rather than postpone. With a smile, I approached him.


    Ss was a true gentleman. Even though I was the one treating him to a meal, he insisted on asking for my preferences in food. I chose a high-end, elegant restaurant because hosting a higher-up for a meal demanded nothing less. To my astonishment, Nichs and Pete entered just as our meals were served. I was surprised by how, despite their strained rtionship, they managed to arrive together like that.


    They were d in suits, but their styles were markedly distinct-one exuded aposed restraint, and the other a mboyant elegance. Yet, both were captivating enough to quicken the pulse of any women passing by.


    The moment Pete walked in, he spotted me. He seized Ss by the arm, hoisted him to his feet, and then settled down beside me.


    "You''re really something. Ms. Ari. You promised to treat me to a meal. Yet, you''re secretly treating Ss instead!"


    I was momentarily speechless, my eyes darting between the three men.


    Ss shrugged casually and said, "I only invited Pete.


    "And Nick insisted on tagging along." Pete chimed in.


    I nced up, discreetly studying Nichs. His gaze pierced through me, quiet and unsettling like a predator. It sent a shiver down my spine.