Chapter 23

Maxim stood with his arms crossed, staring out the corridor window.

He could see Cecile’s retreating figure walking away with quick steps.

That was the woman.

The one who had used Elena to do business that day as well.

Maxim slowly swept back his hair.

She was also the reason Elena had been pushed to Andres, a place with no ties to her or Leana.

‘Like a leech.’

Maxim smiled bitterly.

Someone had come to mind.

In Maxim’s life too, there was a specter that clung to him like that and would not let go.

Maxim stared at his own back through the window.

He saw a woman with bright red lips, grinning so wide her mouth seemed about to tear.

Maxim clenched his fist.

Veins stood out on the back of his pale hand.

‘...Rosaline.’

Maxim’s eyelids trembled.

That formidable woman was still following him, never letting go.

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