Never Meet You Again

Louisa Watson, who had been displaying her fondness for me on X moments earlier, surreptitiously acquired the limited-edition sports car I had been eagerly anticipating at the car dealership.

Sixty minutes later, her male subordinate was seen driving the vehicle and shared a post on his social media profile.

[It's a joy to have a superior who looks after her employees.]

She was well aware of my passion for automobiles, yet she had the audacity to snatch it away and present it to another person.

That evening, I brought all the premium sports cars I had amassed in my garage to her residence.

I insisted she select one and give it away.

My father even arranged a blind date with the Scott family on my behalf within hours.

Given my wealth, attractive appearance, and fit physique, why should I waste time on someone who didn't genuinely care for me?