Possession: The Billionaire’s Obsession, My Impossible Choice

Samuel looked at Melissa intently, as if asking if she really had to do that, but soon nodded weakly.

"Do as you wish."

As soon as she received permission, Melissa sprang up from her seat.

Simon, who had been moaning and groaning for months as if he were about to die, had appeared with a brighter complexion. Something must have happened during the few days he had secluded himself. Gritting her teeth, Melissa was about to dial the number of her usual errand boy when she suddenly stopped.

Simon was smiling while talking on the phone with someone as he left through the front door.

This was intuition. A certain intuition created by years of obsession.

Melissa gritted her teeth. She felt like she was about to burst into flames from an unbearable jealousy.

I found her. You finally found that woman.

Melissa, who had clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms, soon smiled strangely.

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