Chapter 4: I'm Back

Wall Street, USA.

On this precious stretch of land dominated by magnificent skyscrapers that rise majestically, sunlight was pouring onto the glass buildings, casting a cold glow. A man pushed open the door of an apartment, carrying a stack of documents, and just as the sound of water could be heard from the bathroom, the bathroom door swung open, and a seductive figure emerged. Her long, beautiful legs peeked through her bathrobe, enticingly visible yet hidden.

"Here." The woman glanced at the newcomer, nonchalantly playing with her long hair. She comfortably settled into a soft sofa, elegantly lifting a glass of wine that had been waiting. Her nails matched the red of the wine in her glass. The man stole a glance at her, cursing under his breath before quickly averting his gaze.

Fresh from her shower, her cheeks still flushed, she wore her bathrobe with the neckline daringly open, her full breasts almost spilling out. "Put on some clothes, then sign these," the man said, tossing the documents onto a table.

"No rush." The woman appeared uninterested, idly fiddling with her iPad. She brought the elegant rim of her glass to her bright red lips and took a graceful sip of wine. She was checking the current headlines. With a tap of her enchanting finger, a video popped up.

In the video, a handsome face appeared, and a reporter was interviewing a man. "Mr. Alvarez, you look so well, surely some happy news is on the horizon?" The man, with a polite smile, responded, "Yes, on the fifteenth of next month, Susan and I will have our engagement party. I hope all our media friends will honor us with their presence."

"Congratulations, Mr. Alvarez. I believe quite a lot of people have been waiting for such good news from you and Miss Simmons..." The reporter's voice fades into the background as the woman sipped her wine, a slight bitterness emerging in her mouth.

"Aurora, are you alright?" The man beside her asked anxiously. Though she had decided to let go, that person would always be a wound in her heart. Aurora drained the rest of her wine in one gulp, a seductive smile playing on her lips: "Why wouldn't I be? Arrange a ticket for me. I’m going back tonight."

"Alright." Asher knew very well that almost anything could be negotiated, except this. She had been planning meticulously for three years for this day. "I’ve got everything ready three months ago. Do we need to notify your family about your return?"

"Why? So they can continue their attempts on my life? I'll return as an exchange student this time."

"Yes."

Aurora stood up, her face losing its allure and becoming serious. "Asher, I'm leaving the company in your hands. You know it took me three years to get here, and I trust no one else but you..."

It was rare for Aurora to speak in such a tone, and Asher's expression was unusually solemn. "I understand. Go and do what you must; I've got things covered here."

"Thank you," she whispered her thanks.

That night, she boarded a plane back to her homeland, Clothville. As she stepped onto the familiar land, a warm, slightly dry breeze greeted her. A devilishly charming smile curved Aurora's lips: "Well, I'm back."

At the airport VIP passage, someone was already waiting. "Miss Montgomery, I'm Cameron. I'm here to pick you up."

Aurora removes her sunglasses. "Let's go."

She was completely different compared to three years ago.