Chapter 97


    “Mr. Hayes, I’ve sent my resignation to both you and the HR director. You just need to approve it in


    the system. Regarding the handover, I’ve got everything organized and passed it on to Dawson. If


    there’s anything he doesn’t get, he can always reach out to


    1. me.


    ra’s face was devoid of any pain. In fact, there was a ghost of a smile ying at her lips, her


    gaze calm and unruffled as she looked at him.


    ra’s smile was light, almost airy. “Of course not. Hayes Corporation is a veritable breeding


    ground for talent. I’m just being polite. After all, who likes to be constantly pestered with questions


    by their former employer? Am I right?”


    ra looked at the check; a billion–dor figure stared back at her, next ton’s mboyant


    signature. It was like scalding water on her chest, a burning pain that refused to subside.


    With this move,n made it crystal clear that she was nothing more than a sugar baby he had tired


    of, and now she was to take the money and get out.


    ra masked the emotion in her eyes and took the check fromn’s hand. Her smile was pretty as


    she said, “Thank you, Mr. Hayes. I won’t being back.”


    She turned to leave.n’s cold, merciless voice followed her. “Take everything I gave you. I expect


    not a trace of you left in the house.”


    Without turning back, ra responded with a detached, “Fine, I’ll go get them now.”


    As the office door closed and ra’s footsteps faded,n’s pent–up emotions finally erupted. He


    grabbed a crystal ss from his desk and hurled it toward the door..


    ra’s indifference had clearly struck a nerve. He had been the one to end things, yet why didn’t


    she show any pain? Instead, it seemed as if she had been set free.


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    Later that night,n came homete. Dragging his weary body, he unlocked the door to


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    his house and was struck by the cold emptiness that greeted him.


    The once warm and romantic home felt barren, all of ra’s soft touches gone. In their ce was


    the stark, cold white decor he used to favor.


    A pang of heartache hit him, and he ripped off his tie, throwing it to the ground as he stormed


    upstairs.


    Upon seeing the bedroom, his fist mmed into the door. The bed, the wardrobe, the jewelry box,


    even the bathroom bore no sign of ra. It was as if she had never been there at all.


    ra had left without a trace. From now on, she would be erased from his world.


    The thought was too much, andn felt a searing pain in his chest as if a cherished treasure had


    vanished into thin air.


    The next morning, Dawson arrived to pick upn but found no sign of him in the living


    room.


    Puzzled, he thought to himself. Mr. Hayes was a creature of habit, and this was usually


    his breakfast time.