Watching Ellen leave as she walked towards the elevator, I breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the elevator doors close tightly.
Back when I was in the same junior high school as her, I always took care of the small matters that concerned her pride and ego as a member of a wealthy family, as well as a behind-the-scenes mafia.
Driven by the fear of being secretly murdered, I was forced to build a strong relationship with her parents until we became close. But now, there was no reason to fear her anymore.
I could have refused her request regarding my involvement in the luxury auction event.
It's unlikely that the connection between us will simply be severed.
In the worst-case scenario, my life has been blacklisted by their family, and it will trouble me from time to time.
It's like dealing with a freaky family that can install wiretaps in someone house without the owner knowing.
