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Shadows of Destiny: A Tale of Liberation

Chapter 922
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Jovan was leaning against the doorway of the meeting room at the time, waiting for Renee. His arms were crossed

over his chest, and a lazy smirk was plastered on his handsome face. “Hey now, chairman, you sure hid your secret

well. You never fail to impress me!”

“It was my major for my degree and masters. I never really hid anything, it’s just that you just don’t know me well

enough,” Renee said coolly as she eyed the document in her hand, running her fingers through her silky hair. Her

demeanor was nonchalant, but her charm shone through regardless.

The woman was the epitome of beauty and brains, and she had masked her true self by becoming a gentle

housewife back then. Once the mask was off, she could easily make a name for herself.

“Right, right, I never understood you, nor did Stefan. He was such a useless husband… to think that he doesn’t

know a thing about you! He deserved whatever karma you just gave him!” Jovan had been watching the livestream

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outside of the conference hall, and was impressed by how strong and tenacious Renee was.

Seeing Stefan’s embarrassment on screen had given Jovan quite a laugh. He had never felt so happy before, as if

he had been the cause for Stefan’s humiliation.

“Stop gloating, I didn’t humiliate him at all. I… I just embarrassed myself.” Renee gave a deep sigh, feeling like an

absolute failure for the first time ever. She felt even worse than when she had been heartbroken by Stefan’s

betrayal.

Four years ago, she had just been a useless, rich housewife, so she figured it was reasonable that he didn’t want to

be with her. However, she had just shown him how capable she was, and the man had rejected her regardless,

which was a jab to her pride.

“Jovan, be honest with me – am I that bad? Why is he so willing to just… give up on me?” The woman looked up

unsurely, trying to hold back tears. She had never doubted herself like this in the past.

Jovan’s signature playful expression shifted slightly, and he lowered his voice gently, “You’re not bad, he’s just blind.

He may not be able to see your greatness, but that doesn’t mean you should ever doubt yourself.”

“No way though. No matter how blind he is, he wouldn’t pass on a life of luxury, right? Anyone with a brain would

choose KCL over the Murphys, wouldn’t they?” Renee looked at Jovan imploringly.

“Well, then maybe he’s blind and dumb.” Jovan shrugged.

“Impossible!” Renee was certain. “You can say he’s blind, but he’s definitely not stupid…”

“Then maybe it really is true love between them… Oh, just stop overthinking it! Since we’ve won, we should go

celebrate! Would you like some hotpot? Or sushi?” Jovan said enthusiastically as he dragged her out of the hotel,

desperately trying to change the topic.

“Anything’s fine,” Renee replied blankly. She was staring into space the entire journey, her mind deep inside the

little world she created in her head. It was as if she had come to a dead end, unable to escape no matter how much

she tried.

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Jovan soon brought her to a famous hotpot restaurant nearby. They were known for their fresh ingredients, along

with their cheap prices. Hence, the humble little place was packed most of the time.

“Scarlet, a table for two please! And I’d like the usual.” The man greeted the boss warmly, making it obvious that

he was a regular here.

“Oh my, Van! When did you come back? It’s been so long since you visited us. Sam has been missing you a lot

too…” Scarlet had been busy with the restaurant, but the moment she saw Jovan, her expression brightened. She

turned around and shouted, “Hubby, come here right now! Your little Van is finally back!”

“What?! Van is back? This is great! I have to have a drink with him tonight!” A middle-aged man ran out of the

kitchen quickly. His oily hands grabbed Jovan’s, and he was beaming happily.

“Haha, I’m not drinking this time. I’d just like to have some of your delicious hotpot with my friend here to cheer her

up, you know?”