She followed him in like a puppet. In the expansive living room, the white sofa stood out, and the startling red velvet swing had completely vanished. Yet, she remained standing, her back against the sofa, as if seeking a stable anchor.
Longing had transformed into gentle persistence. He reached out to embrace her again, but she skillfully dodged, her voice quick and anxious, "Mr. Wan, listen to me..." He looked at her seriously.
"Mr. Wan, I knew you wouldn't let me go. I've always been waiting for this day. But I haven't touched a single cent of your money. Every penny from the boutique is in its accounts, and Xu Xiaoya will hand it over to you. You can also immediately change the shop's legal representative. That will completely sever its ties to me. As for the money I took, I put it in a safe and haven't spent a single cent of it. I will return it to you..."
