Back in Stanton Mansion, Nicole was exhausted. She could not find it in herself to be happy at all despite getting this large project.

Perhaps it was because she had not been mentally prepared for such an old, tragic story to be brought up.

She lay in her bed in the dead of night, mulling over the contents of that photo over and over again.

Suddenly, there was a notification on her phone.

She picked it up irritably, glanced at it, and frowned.

It was from Eric.

[Nicole, I’m glad that the person I saved was you.]

[Not anyone else, but you. Thank God you’re safe and sound.]

Nicole blinked and looked at the darkness out the window. Then, she went out to get a glass of milk and finished it slowly before going back upstairs.

The past would not come back anyway, so why should she dwell on something that she had already let go of?

At that thought, Nicole went to bed and had a good night’s sleep.

The news of the cooperation with Clayton Sloan was abuzz after just one night.

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