Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Donning her sunglasses, Leda sipped her coconut water, mimicking Roseanne's relaxed posture, and leisurely curled up the corners of her mouth.

Roseanne crossed her long legs and casually flipped onto her side. "Weren't you off to a date?"

Leda made a face of distaste. "That blond guy was all muscles. I thought he'd be something special. Turned out to be all show and no go, not even as fun as my little boyfriend." Roseanne chuckled. "The one from last time... Keven, right?"

Leda shook her head. "Switched up already. This new pup is all sunshine, cute as a button, smells like heaven, and can cook! The meals are to die for!"

"And what about you?" Leda peered over her sunglasses teasingly. "Not planning to find someone new?"

Hanging onto one person was just dull, huh? Dating around was where the fun was!

Roseanne gazed at the ocean ahead. "Not considering it. No time, no energy, and no need."

"Fair enough," Leda smacked her lips. "Guys just mess with a nerd's study flow, dragging down exam scores."

Stretching lazily, Leda looked around. "So, I spotted this cutie earlier. I'm gonna go talk to him. Have fun on your own. Bye!"

Roseanne raised her glass in a toast. "Have a blast."

...

"Got everything straightened out?" Murray stood before the floor-to-ceiling office window, his sharp gaze landing on the assistant. "This better not be another mistake."

The assistant was nervous. "Sorry, Mr. Sherwood. The last time was my oversight. We've got it clear now. Ms. Cole didn't head to Novano but to the Maldor Beach." Murray narrowed his eyes. "Are you sure?"

The assistant nodded. "Yeah. Here's the flight boarding information. Ms. Cole's name is on the passenger list."

Murray didn't look closely, trusting there were no errors this time.

The last error wasn't entirely the assistant's fault, after all. No one could have anticipated Corley would stoop so low, swapping Roseanne and another passenger's information, deliberately misleading his investigator with false intel.

Murray announced, "Book me on the earliest flight."

The assistant checked his phone, "Mr. Sherwood, the earliest flight is at seven tomorrow morning."

Murray instructed immediately, "Book that one."

The assistant bowed respectfully, "Alright. If there's nothing else, I'll head out."

Murray waved him off.

As the assistant left, he closed the door respectfully behind him.

"Maurice, you're sweating like hell. Did Mr. Sherwood give you a hard time?"

Maurice waved it off. "Let's not go there. Could you book Mr.

Sherwood's flight for 7 a.m. to net

Maldor Beach? I'm in a hurry must leave now."

"Sure, head off to your parent-teacher conference for Tommy. I've got this!"

Maurice chuckled. "You've been here for how long, like a few days? Don't jinx it. It's easy to end up eating your words."

"Trust me. Booking flights is something I can't mess up. You're underestimating me."

"Fine, just hurry up. I can't be late, or Tommy will never let me hear the end of it..."

The female assistant immediately took out her work phone to start the booking.

Just as she was about to confirm, the screen showed she was about to book two tickets. Her first instinct was to call Maurice to clarify whether it was just Murray flying if they should include another passenger, Millie, making it two tickets. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

However, the call got cut off after just two rings.

Not daring to ask Murray and considering Maurice's urgent tone, she was in a dilemma but eventually booked two tickets.

The reasoning was solid. Murray heading to Maldor Beach couldn't possibly be for business. Assuming it was for leisure, he'd want to bring a girlfriend.

Yep, two tickets must be right!