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“Are we not going to talk about yesterday?”
Cattleya flipped through her report, nonchalantly asking, “What about yesterday?”
Scarlett felt a knot in her throat, tightening her, squeezing her, suffocating her, “About… last night.”
The billionairess locked eyes with her, studying her. Scarlett felt like she could drown right now. Why was it so impossible to figure out what she was thinking? She now wished she could take back all of her words and pretend that nothing happened between them.
Cattleya calmly finished her coffee, drumming her fingers over the report. She put the cup down, asking, “Does us having s*x affect your ability as my matchmaker?”
Scarlett stared at her, dumbfounded. How dare she…! She wanted to choke this woman. An unfathomable anger boiled within her
