Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 475: She settled on a black suit, fitting the image of a professional and dignified lawyer. After changing, she examined herself in the mirror. Though she looked fine, she felt her physical condition wasn't as good as before the miscarriage. She couldn't shake the persistent shortness of breath and chest pain, despite having taken good care of herself during recovery. Fatigue lingered as well. Candice wondered if these symptoms were connected. She leaned against the table, feeling her heart beat erratically and a growing discomfort within.

Candice took a few deep breaths, composing herself before looking at her reflection in the mirror again. She noticed the red marks on her bare neck from yesterday's lovemaking were still visible. Frowning, she realized that if Bettina saw them, she would surely ask questions. To cover them up, Candice opened the drawer and searched for a silk scarf. After a moment, she found a black-and-white silk scarf that complemented her black suit. She picked up a black bag and prepared to leave for the law office, planning to order food along the way.

She exited the villa and closed the door behind her, taking in the crisp autumn air. As she surveyed the surroundings, she noticed new villas being built and man-made lakes being dug in the open park. The future of this prime city-center location seemed promising, with private villas boasting many amenities and a park. Candice wondered if Milton could profit from such a real estate project, but she quickly dismissed the idea, realizing he must be losing a lot of money. She shook her head, casting those unnecessary thoughts aside.

As she walked along the road, she noticed a woman in a suit standing by the roadside, looking around and using her mobile phone to find her location. Something about the woman's back seemed familiar to Candice. One look at her, and she could tell the woman was lost. Step into fiction with gαℓησνs․o This area was still under development and had changed completely from before. Why was this woman here? Candice approached and asked, "Excuse me, may I ask where you are trying to go?

Perhaps I can help you." Having spent most of her life in this place, Candice was intimately familiar with its streets and alleys, even as the area changed. "I'm looking for a particular villa," the woman replied, turning around with her phone in hand. Candice was struck by her face and voice. It was Erica! Erica was equally stunned to see Candice, and for a moment, they simply stood there, taking in each other's presence. Since Candice's fall at the ambassador's wife's birthday party, a whole month had passed. During this time, Candice hadn't seen Erica.

She hadn't made any effort to hold her accountable and was unsure how to confront her. . . .