When pride gets wounded, people often put on a nonchalant front—especially men as arrogant as Drake.
With a smirk tugging at his lips, he scoffed, "Sarah and I?
That chapter closed ages ago.
Look at me—I've been doing just fine all these years.
You don't actually think I still have feelings for her, do you?
That's downright laughable.
With all the women around me, what does Sarah even matter—" His words cut off abruptly as the door swung open, revealing Sarah herself.
The air grew so thick it felt suffocating.
Beauty's expression darkened as she murmured, "Sarah... you're here."
Drake's face remained as cocky as ever, though now tinged with unmistakable discomfort.
His head dipped slightly, lips quirking into a strained half-smile.
Ignoring him completely, Sarah turned to the desk and set down a folder.
"President Marson, I've finalized the project proposal and adjusted the advertising budget in the evaluation report.
