Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 822:

In the past, she valued peace and avoided conflict as much as she could. She didn’t like making enemies.

But she was a changed woman. The old her was gone.

Rachel walked out of the building, bought two cups of iced coffee from a nearby cafe, then returned to the reception area.noveldrama

She placed the cups on the front desk.

“Here you go, young lady,” she said to the receptionist. “You’re so pretty and kind. This is my treat.”

“Thank you!”

When the manager saw this, her face twisted in disdain.

“A cup of coffee is all it takes to win you over?” she snapped at the receptionist.

“How can you be so spineless—”

The rest of her words were drowned out by a splash as the other cup of coffee was thrown at her, drenching her hair and clothes. The coffee stains were particularly stark against her white blouse.

The manager pointed a finger at Rachel’s face, her eyes flashing with rage.

“How dare you throw coffee at me?”

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Rachel put the empty cup down and casually wiped her hands with her handkerchief.

“Your mouth is so filthy, I thought I’d clean it up for you. And stop—”

“Barking at everyone like a guard dog. You’re lucky it’s only iced coffee. Who knows what you’ll get next time?”

Just then, Samira rushed into the building with the documents Rachel needed.

After verifying everything, Rachel was finally—and respectfully—ushered inside.

She was impatient at this point. She headed straight to Brian’s office, only to find it empty. He was likely in a meeting.

Rachel took the jewelry box out of her purse and pushed her way into the conference room.

Heads turned in her direction, and everyone stared at her in stunned silence.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt. I’m only here to return something.”

She held up the jewelry box before placing it on the side table, then she left just as suddenly as she had come.

“Meeting adjourned!”

Brian scrambled out of his seat and chased after her.

“Wait! Don’t leave just yet!”

Rachel ignored Brian and continued walking forward, pressing the elevator button with practiced indifference.

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