At night, the entire city was enveloped in lights, bustling endlessly. There was no empty spot in Riventhal’s most well-equipped gym. After work, the white-collar workers all gathered here. In the thousand-square-meter space, the air was filled with the scent of hormones and the smell of sweat. People who love exercising, from teenagers to those in their fifties and sixties, were gathered here. Numerous light strips made it as bright as daytime. Rarely did people speak loudly; it was usually soft exchanges, so the sound of treadmills filled the ears. Monica Usher wore gym clothes, with a blue sweat towel hanging around her neck. Her slender legs slid and slid again on the treadmill, her clothes already soaked. Exercise truly is a magical thing—those bad moods seemed to be drained away with the sweat. Memories from the past twenty to thirty years slowly became clear in her mind... Thinking back now, it wasn’t so upsetting anymore. So her ability to withstand pressure was still manageable, as long as she didn’t get stuck in a dead end. However, truly forgetting someone you deeply love is, in fact, very difficult. She was merely trying to adjust, striving for self-redemption. Due to Monica Usher’s absent-mindedness, she failed to notice in the distance at the rest area— Two men in suits were seated at the tea table, fixating their gazes on her, observing her every move. They sipped tea and conversed softly, their gaze never leaving her, as if they were waiting for her. About an hour later... Monica Usher wiped her sweat with a towel while walking towards the changing room. Soon, she came out, dressed in a long sun-blocking jacket. With the zipper pulled, her perfect curves were concealed. She opened a bottle of mineral water, drinking as she walked out. The two men rose and walked toward her, stopping her at the entrance. "Ms. Usher." They were very formal, going straight to the point, "Would you consider joining our company?" Monica Usher focused and looked at him. The man said, "Our company’s operational philosophy is similar to Kingston Group’s, and we have collaborated with Kingston Group before. Here’s our business card; we sincerely invite you to lend us your support." The other man added, "Name your salary, it won’t be less than your position at Kingston Group, still the position of Deputy General Manager." "I’m sorry." Monica Usher’s gaze was indifferent, "I’m not interested." After speaking, she withdrew her gaze and walked out. The two men exchanged a glance and hurried after her. As Monica Usher drove away, they followed her in their car. Back home, Monica Usher took a shower. After blow-drying her hair, she still felt gloomy. Especially in the quiet of the night, she couldn’t help but miss Justin Kingston, but he was by another woman’s side. She snapped back, somewhat puzzled; she normally didn’t have visitors. Barbara had a fingerprint and password entry. Thus, Monica Usher opened the door, seeing two unfamiliar men standing outside. "President Usher, apologies for bothering you at such a late hour." The man respectfully greeted her, "This is our company’s business card, and we want to invite you to guide us." They were different people; she wasn’t sure if it was the same company from before. She shook her head, her gaze detached, "I’m not interested." Having said that, she promptly closed the door. Read full story at novel※fire.net Returning to the bedroom, sitting on the bed, the bad mood Monica Usher had forcibly expelled seemed to return. It seemed the whole world knew Monica Usher had been fired from Kingston Group. Remembering the disgrace on the wedding day, her feelings for Justin Kingston were both love and hatred! When such complex emotions surrounded her, it made life unbearable—painful, tangled... That night, she was sleepless again... Barbara was sleepless as well. For some reason, Barbara seemed to have opened a Pandora’s box today. The moments of physical contact with Special Assistant Morgan lingered in her mind, why did this feeling feel like an electric current striking her heart?