"Then in the future, don't say I didn't warn you." Kyle Kinston said, his slightly hoarse voice carrying an indescribable undertone.
In an instant, Mabel Quinn felt as if her heart skipped a beat.
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Early in the morning, Mabel Quinn, with a sore back and aching body, arrived at the Corporation. Although Kyle had not done anything outrageous to her last night, he was cold and distant. The two of them sat on the sofa all night, and throughout the time, Kyle kept holding her hand, making her fingers feel unbearably numb.
It was close to dawn when she finally dozed off and nearly missed her stop on the bus to the Corporation.
"Lyra, come here for a moment." The supervisor of the scriptwriting team, Lavender Foster, called Lyra Grant into the office.
