Upon arriving at the luxurious office building, Elena walked gracefully, while Thalia followed half a step behind. Her face remained expressionless, but her heart was still burning with rage. The red mark on Elena’s neck, deliberately flaunted earlier, kept replaying in her mind.

“Calm down, Thalia… don’t show anything,” she muttered inwardly, forcing herself to keep a professional expression.

They entered the large conference room, already filled with several directors and important guests. The air carried a blend of coffee and expensive perfume. At the end of the table, a man in his fifties stood smiling warmly. He was Mr. Delgado, the CEO of a major Philippine company invited especially...