*****[A/N: Hey guys, we finally made it to Chapter 600!!! :) Wow, what an incredible journey it’s been... and it’s all thanks to YOU, the amazing readers and family of RFP! I honestly never imagined reaching a milestone like this, and it fills me with so much joy and gratitude. Your support... every read, every comment, every gift... means the world to me, giving me the strength needed to reach this milestone.This moment wouldn’t have existed without your love and encouragement. From the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU for being part of this adventure. Here’s to many more chapters together! ]....... Dorothy couldn’t believe this person currently standing before her was the same arrogant man she used to despise, and that same person she had deemed unworthy of her boss. He had completely transformed into something unrecognizable… an Adonis, an aristocrat, a man who could crush entire rooms with a glance. Her thoughts scrambled, and she felt as though she was dreaming. Was th

*****Grace hadn’t meant to say the words she just did aloud, no. It had just slipped… an involuntary confession, as if her heart had spoken before her brain could silence it.The way Xavier tilted his head slightly, his confusion giving him an almost adorable quality, made her heart squeeze.And she hated it.She shook her head hard, trying to bury that sudden impulse to pinch his cheeks.“Before you left the day before yesterday,” she said cautiously, her voice more composed now.Xavier blinked again, murmuring under his breath, “Before I left the day before yesterday?”Then realization dawned in his eyes.“Oh… You mean when you suddenly froze me out for no reason and suddenly treated me like a stranger, emotionlessly and expressionlessly rejecting my offer to help?” he asked with a slow nod of understanding.Grace’s mouth opened to respond, but before she could speak…“Wasn’t that you getting mad at me for no reason?” Xavier inqui

*****Outside the office...Xavier stood rooted in place, staring dazedly at the office door that had just been shut in his face. The smooth surface mocked him with its silence, and for a brief moment, he felt like he was someone who had just been abandoned by his tour guide in a foreign land.“This…” he muttered, baffled. “What was that about?”His brows furrowed as he tried to process what had just happened. One moment, she had been all flustered, and the next… bam! Door in his face.Xavier rubbed the back of his neck, still confused.But before he could indulge further in speculation, the door clicked again… and then swung open.Grace stepped out.And… Xavier froze.The woman before him looked nothing like the Grace from moments ago.Gone were the visible signs of fatigue… the pallor, the tired eyes, the unkempt strands of hair. In their place was a radiant, composed goddess.Her makeup was subtle but flawless, her hair brushed neatly to one side, and her skin seemed to

*****Grace hadn’t raised her voice when she spoke just now.She didn’t need to. Her presence alone, draped in quiet power and authority, was enough to silence the madness in one breath.One second passed. Then another.And, finally… like vultures spotting a wounded deer, the angry mob turned their accusations toward her.“So, this is the kind of leader you are after all!” a well-dressed, middle-aged man sneered, stepping forward with arrogant indignation. His Rolex flashed beneath his blazer sleeve as he pointed an accusatory finger at Grace. “All this time, you’ve pretended to be fair, claiming you don’t accept gifts or bribes. And yet, here you are… showing blatant favoritism!”“So, it was all a façade,” another chimed in bitterly. “Just like every other hypocrite who rises to power… your neutrality was only an illusion.”“You’ve lost our trust, Grace Sky,” a woman said sharply. “And that will cost your company everything.”Dozens of fingers pointed. Dozens of voices piled

***** For a heartbeat… then two, the entire reception area plunged into eerie, absolute silence. Not a breath was heard, not a cough, not a whisper, not even the slightest shuffle of expensive loafers on polished marble. The atmosphere was so still that it could have been carved from ice. Men and women alike… whether they were young elites brimming with ambition or aging tycoons seasoned by years in the corporate trenches, stood utterly motionless, their eyes fixed on Grace Sky as though she had just announced the apocalypse. The word “husband” echoed like thunder across the stunned minds of everyone present. Executives, secretaries, heirs of vast empires, CEOs of multi-billion-dollar conglomerates… all appeared motionless, their expressions frozen in varying degrees of disbelief. "Hus… husband?" The word ricocheted itself like a looping whisper through the minds of those present, as if questioning its own existence. Had they heard wrong? Was this some elaborate prank? Gr