"Taylor,"
Voilet turned to face Taylor, her fingers tightening around the folds of her skirt.
"Back then... I really had no choice—"
She bit her lip, her delicate features twisting with visible distress.
There was too much to explain, and her mind raced to piece together the right words, desperate to pour out every ounce of her helplessness at once.
Had she been forced to seduce him for money?
Forced to steal confidential documents from Taylor Corporation?
Forced to discard him like a used rag while he was preparing for their wedding?
Taylor watched her struggle with an unchanging expression, the cold curve of his lips deepening.
"Enough."
His voice was low and indifferent, yet it cut through Voilet like a blade.
"None of it matters anymore. No point wasting time."
"Taylor, I—"
Voilet froze, her words dying in her throat. "Five minutes left. Let's get back to business," Taylor said with a faint curve at the corner of his lips, his eyes narrowing slightly.
