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    I didn''t respond right away to what he said. It seemed as if I am still buffering, even though he was


    right next to me. It''s hard for me to believe. I initially calmed myself down and acted normally. I


    assured myself that he''d never recognize me.


    “You will ask permission when you are already seated,” is not a question; what the auctioneer says


    no longer enters my mind; even though he was speaking in front of me, it was as if my brain was


    just floating about and whispering to me that I was now next to Andrius.


    “Oh, right!” He chuckles then turns to me. I could see water dripping from his hair on my


    peripherals. “My bad.”


    I was surprised when he stood up and left a few drops of water on our seat. People also looked at


    the two of us. What is he doing? People have lost focus on the auctioneer because he is stealing


    their attention. As his body grew, his hair was long, and I could see that the small beards


    surrounding his mouth made him look mature. His face was very different from Andrius'' young face.


    I can''t remember his old voice. I don''t remember him anymore, but when I heard his voice I


    recognized it immediately.


    "May I take a seat here?” “ He spoke to me in a powerful tone, as if he swallowed every syble due


    to the depth of his voice. He is unique. We are different. We''re not the same people we used to be.


    Young Caroline has vanished, and young Andrius appears to havepletely disappeared as well.


    I nodded as I turned to face the auctioneer. He didn''t even recognize me, as I had imagined. If I still


    loved him back then. If Caroline was still in front of him right now, I''m sure I''d be upset. I''d feel


    devastated because how could he not recognize me if I was the person he imed to love back


    then? But I didn''t get that impression. I''m not feeling anything. Perhaps this is when the heart


    bes exhausted.


    “The rain is pouring outside,” he said, but I ignored him. He takes off the suit he was wearing and


    the water that had gotten into his head. Instead of being able to concentrate on what was in front of


    me, I became preupied with what he was doing.


    I took out the tissue I had set aside from my purse because I was upset and had lost concentration.


    I threw it in front of him in the hopes that it would make him stop moving, but what, I thought, would


    stop him became even more terrible.


    I was furious about having to confront him. Likewise, I believed he''d changed, but in the end, he


    didn''t! The way he acts, it''s as if he is constantly rushing, and when he ponders, it''s as if he is still a


    child! I snatched the tissue from his grasp. I took a couple of pieces from my bag again and rubbed


    them on his dripping wet forehead. Not only that, but I took some more out and wiped his neck. He


    hase to a halt and is now looking at me. He looks at me, but I don''t look back. I put and p


    the tissue on him as soon as he spoke the words I didn''t expect to hear.


    “Your eyes are stunning. And you''re gorgeous as well. You look like someone.” When he turned to


    the side as a result of what I did, I raced over to him and returned the tissue.


    I just said that I would teach him a lesson so that he would know the true pain, but I immediately lost


    focus. I calmed myself first and thought and remembered my purpose here. I took a deep breath


    and then faced him again, who could not take his face away from me. I took some tissue and then


    softened my voice.


    “I''m sorry, I''m just really surprised because I''m not used to someone praising me.” I cleaned his face


    again, and he didn''t take his gaze away from mine, as if he had remembered every detail. I didn''t


    tell him that I smacked him because he imed someone looked like me. Furthermore, I don''t want


    him to be suspicious any longer.


    “I''m sorry too, I shouldn''t have told you that before I met you,” he said as he extended his hand. “I


    am Andrius Easton.”


    Even if you don''t introduce yourself, I know that name very well. I know who your parents are, what


    your favorite food is. Even if you don''t say anything, I''ll know you right away. You were just standing


    in front of me, I knew immediately the smell of your perfume, so why do you need to introduce


    yourself? I wanted to tell him all that, but I couldn’t say it because I knew I still had a purpose. And


    things need to be aplished.


    I stopped wiping him and epted the hand held out to me. “I am Samantha De Luna.” We shook


    hands. Even the curve of his palms is different now. I also let go of it immediately because I wanted


    to avoid feeling anything else while we were holding hands.


    “So, why are you here?” He also turned to the auctioneer as the hands of people who wanted to buy


    the business continued to rise. My focus has also returned to the front.


    We just talk as if we have a world of our own and aren''t concerned with the people with us in this


    hall.


    “My sister sent me, so I could learn more about some businesses.” I''m lying. Well, that''s part of it, to


    know what else about another business because I''m not in the middle yet when I''m going to study


    how the business really should be. “You?”


    We didn’t look at each other, but he turned to me when he answered. “I''m here for someone.” He


    smiled as if something was funny, but it could be seen in his smiles that it wasn''tplete. There


    seems to be something missing.


    “Why? Will you buy that person’s shares?” I asked him a curious question and looked at him as


    well.


    He shook his head. He looked below our feet, even though nothing could be seen there. While


    waiting for his answer, I also looked down. He yed enough of him on a carpet. When he


    answered, we both looked up at each other.


    “I want to increase her stake in mypany. Many people im she''s dead, but I don''t believe it.


    Because if she''s dead, she''lle to see me.” I''m not sure if I was dreaming or if I heard his voice


    croak. But I appeared to confirm that his speech was broken by tears in the corner of his eye.


    “Who is the woman you are referring to—” My eyes widened immediately when I heard the shovel


    hit again. Our conversation was cut short because of that. He also wiped the tears that had


    umted in the corner of his eye.


    When he stood up, I immediately punched my chest hard. It throbs incorrectly again because it


    once again assumes that Andrius is referring to me. Everyone stood up, but I managed the strong


    beating of my heart. When I stood up, I almost fell, and luckily, I was able to hold on to something.


    I followed them to leave with my eyes. Even Hugo Easton was out, so I soon released the scent that


    would make me drowsy. When he was alone, I would act dizzy, so he could help me. It is easy to


    get the heart of those who are greedy for power and money.


    There are only a few individuals remaining. Hugo is now chatting with the auctioneer, and I was


    about to approach him when Andrius appeared. Tch! Why does he continue to approach his father?


    They were ready to depart when a woman in a wheelchair entered the room. I locked my gaze on


    them while the three of them chuckled. My emotions calmed down when I noticed Andriusughing


    as well. It was as if it had returned to its court and realized that Andrius was indeed an enemy.


    Andrius'' mother did a lot worse things to me. I''m not asking him to destroy his rtionship with his


    mother, but I wonder what he did when he found out his mother killed me again. Andrius'' body has


    changed. Did my stab at him leave a mark?


    When I nced at them, I saw a chance to annoy Reya. I knew she was envious because Aiza told


    me that just touching her husband caused her head to explode, and she wanted to murder him. I


    quickly smelt the fragrance and proceeded to approach them. I pretended to converse to the


    auctioneer about something, but the perfume was there to take effect because I was strolling close


    to them.


    I stopped walking and at the same time, they turned to me because of the sound of my stiletto.


    Andrius turned to me with a smile, while Hugo had a serious face. This is my father''s friend who


    betrayed him. This is my father''s friend, the heartless man.


    Three men including the auctioneer immediately ran up to me because of my sudden copse. I


    flinch because it looks like I made a mistake when my foot fell. Even though I was drowsy, I still felt


    the pain. I should have also studied the timing of how to smell this sleeping perfume.


    “Miss, are you okay?” That’s the auctioneer.


    “Samantha.” Andrius has now approached me, and I am just waiting for Hugo. I can no longer see


    what restraint Reya is doing because drowsiness is consuming me but even then I am already


    laughing in my brain.


    “Did you know her?” When I heard Hugo''s voice, it was there that drowsiness finally pulled my eyes.


    Aiza will be happy when she finds out that what I did was a sess.


    ---


    I woke up to the cold of the surroundings and the noise of the people talking. I didn’t open my eyes


    first and listen to the voices talking.


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    “Why are we still here?! Isn''t it that woman''s fault?! Why does shee here when she feels sick?!”


    It was Reya''s voice, with no respect for the sleeping person. I will just be crazy about that


    woman.


    “She''s not with anybody, let''s just wait for her to wake up.” Hugo''s voice was just whispering. “Can


    you lower your voice?” He added, but it looks like the woman won''t stop.


    I pretended to be dizzy and had difficulty standing. So, he ran to me and helped and supported me.


    Reya looked at me badly, but I just rolled my eyes at her and sneered. I''m sure she''ll go insane


    when she finds out and even witness what I''m going to do next to Hugo. My eyes searched for


    Andrius, but I couldn''t see the man, but it was as if a butterfly had died in my stomach when I saw


    who was with him entering my room.


    In the end, you still chose to side with Beatrice rather than believe that they were the ones who


    plotted why our daughter died, huh?