Late at night.
Zoe had just finished a drinking session.
To be honest, she wasn’t fond of this bustling city, even though Kuhang was the most prosperous place in the country. Only adults struggling to make a living in this city could truly understand the pressure and fast pace it imposed.
Everything required effort, and there were too many stresses with nowhere to release them. Gone were the days when socializing was just for the sake of socializing. Now, every interaction was for business, and drinking was only for work.
Busy until now, she still couldn’t afford her own house, like most people, adapting to the reality that she might have to rent for the foreseeable future.
Despite this, she kept working hard to bring hope to her mundane life.
Like on this rest day, a call from her boss ant she had to go out and attend a drinking party for so-called business.
The promised promotion and raise from her boss had yet to materialize. Her dreams seed close but always out of reach.
Not to ntion, at every drinking session, Zoe had to endure the lecherous gazes of well-dressed but morally corrupt old n.
Many so-called tycoons had hinted to her that being their mistress could bring unimaginable wealth and status. But Zoe had never agreed to any of them, not even bothering to hide her disdain.
After all, if she wanted to trade her beauty for money, she could have done so long ago. Why endure so much hardship? Giving up her principles now would an discarding all her past efforts.
She decided not to think about it anymore.
Zoe wasn’t actually drunk. Pretending to have a low alcohol tolerance at the table was one of her survival tactics. It not only protected her from drinking too much but also allowed her to leave early.
Walking down this familiar street, Zoe still felt a bit scared. She always thought the street was too dark, too quiet.
"Ah, if only Sam could accompany ho every day," Zoe suddenly had this strange thought. It seed like every ti she drank too much, she particularly missed Sam.
But luckily, she was almost ho.
"Crack."
In this extrely quiet mont, so silent that only her footsteps should be audible, a sudden sound of a breaking branch ca from behind her.
It was abrupt, as Zoe hadn’t heard any footsteps behind her before.
But branches don’t just break on their own, how could...
She didn’t turn around at that mont. Instinct told her that there was definitely soone behind her, and turning around now would only make her more vulnerable.
So, she couldn’t stop, nor could she use her superpowers at this mont... otherwise, she risked exposing herself, which could bring more strange troubles. She had always been cautious.
Thus, she began to quicken her pace. As long as she reached the apartnt building, she would be safe.
But as Zoe sped up, she started to hear hurried footsteps behind her.
The person was also picking up the pace!
In a mont of crisis, Zoe knew she had to use her superpowers at the next corner, or she would definitely face danger.
The corner ahead was a blind spot, the perfect place to employ her powers.
However, perhaps due to her anxious state or the lingering effects of alcohol, she failed to notice a few bricks on the ground at the corner.
Tripping over them, she nearly fell, barely steadying herself against the wall. This unexpected mishap brought about an irreversible situation.
"Zoe... are you okay?"
A hand reached out, seemingly with the intention of kindly helping her. But Zoe recoiled as if avoiding a plague, her disdain for the voice overpowering the pain in her ankle from the high heels.
When she finally looked up at the edge of the wall, her fears were confird.
"Cael?"
Under the moonlight stood a young man, lean and tall, his face flushed with drunkenness. Under the influence of alcohol, Cael’s smile looked unnervingly sinister.
"Yeah... you still rember ?"
Cael seed pleased, surprised that Zoe rembered him. Zoe’s forehead was sweating slightly.
"Cael, what are you doing here? Are you stalking ?"
How could Zoe not recognize this man? They were once colleagues.
Why refer to him in the past tense? Because Cael had been dismissed from their company, and not in a dignified manner.
The dismissal was straightforward: initially, Cael, a newcor, was ntored by Zoe. But over ti, he began pursuing her.
Zoe had no interest in this younger man and gently rejected him. But Cael only intensified his behavior, becoming more direct and crazy, even going so far as to steal Zoe’s stockings.
In one outrageous incident, Cael knelt in front of Zoe and licked her high heels in front of many colleagues.
Fed up with the harassnt, Zoe expressed her strong disapproval and warned Cael to stop, or they couldn’t even be friends. Explore hidden tales at .Côm
But Cael couldn’t accept Zoe’s rejection. He found an opportunity to try and assault her, attempting to drug her with an aphrodisiac.
Fortunately, Zoe was vigilant and discovered his intentions with the water cup in ti. This incident led to Cael’s forced resignation.
However, to avoid a scandal, the company’s upper managent didn’t report Cael to the police.
This selfish decision by the company’s managent now seed to have resulted in a disaster.
Zoe watched Cael warily, but he just smiled.
"I... of course, I’ve been following you. After all, there are so things we haven’t cleared up yet, Zoe... We still have a lot to talk about, don’t we?"
Zoe looked at Cael with undisguised disgust.
"We’ve made everything very clear. Don’t forget, if I had protested the company’s decision back then, I could have sent you to jail, but I didn’t. I hoped to give you a chance. Do you realize what you’re doing now?"
Cael’s body stiffened for a mont, as if struck by her words. But soon, his laughter grew louder and more sinister.
"Of course, I know. I should thank you, shouldn’t I? If it weren’t for you, how would I have been fired from the company? If you hadn’t rejected , how would I have thought to do those things? If it weren’t for you, how would I be in this situation today?
So, Zoe, how can you not pay the price now?"
The moonlight cast a distorted shadow on Cael’s face. Zoe could clearly see the near-pathological madness in the man’s eyes.
And his footsteps, steadily advancing towards her.
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