I was stunned and said innocently,"You asked me to come back!"

She snorted coldly, with a hint of teasing in her eyes,"I asked you to come back, so you came back? Don't you want to think about why I asked you to come back?"

I frowned, confused,"Why? I don't know, you asked me to come back, so I came back."

Seeing the bewilderment on my face, she couldn't help but chuckle."Look at you, so clueless!" Her laughter carried a teasing edge."Your girlfriend is coming the day after tomorrow."

I froze, a mixture of surprise and unease sweeping over me."How do you know that?"

With a smug raise of her eyebrow, she replied,"Everyone in the office knows, why wouldn't I? Are you just playing around, or are you serious?"

I took a deep breath, my voice steady as I answered,"Of course, I'm serious."

Her smile vanished in an instant, her expression turning serious."Well, that won't work then."

I was taken aback, confusion and anger bubbling up inside me."What do you mean by that?"

She raised an eyebrow, her tone laced with sarcasm."The literal meaning, of course! You went to university, didn't you? Are these words really beyond your comprehension?"

Annoyed, I sat back, my mind swirling with frustration and confusion."What gives you the right to say it won't work?"

She sighed, her gaze clouded with something complex."I think the girl you brought last time was closer to being your wife than Celeste Harrington, though she wasn't the most suitable either."

I bristled, indignation rising within me."Maybe you should switch to fortune telling, with all your mystical ramblings."

She shrugged nonchalantly, a faint smile tugging at her lips."If you don't believe me, we'll just have to wait and see who you end up marrying."

A frown deepened on my brow as unease settled in."What exactly are you trying to say?" I looked at her intently, hoping to find an answer in her eyes.

She glanced at me, her expression a mixture of resignation and complexity."Nothing much. Didn't you call me a fortune teller? Well, treat me like one."

After finishing her meal, she looked up and coldly remarked,"Are you still eating, or do you want to leave?"

I glanced at the leftover food on the table, reluctant to waste it, and carefully packed it into a bag, preparing to take it with me.

As we stepped outside, the air was chilly, and I tightened my coat. She climbed into the car, immediately furrowing her brow."How long has it been since you washed this old car? It stinks."

I sniffed the air, unable to detect anything particularly off, and replied helplessly,"I don't think so."

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She rolled her eyes, her tone dripping with disdain."If I say it smells, then it does. Your nose is faulty, and your brain is even worse."

I forced a smile, trying to ease the tension."You can link anything to my brain, can't you? Truly remarkable."

She snorted, her gaze turning toward the window."By the way, starting tomorrow, no matter where you are, you'll be picking me up and dropping me off from work."

I froze, surprised by her sudden demand."What?"

She shot me an impatient glance."Didn't I tell you before? If you don't want to, that's fine too."

Annoyance flickered in my chest, but I held it back, asking,"And if I don't want to?"

She sneered, her voice laced with threat."Then I'll deduct 5,000 from your salary and hire a driver."

I sighed, feeling helpless."You really are ruthless."

She shrugged, unconcerned."What can I say? Some people are just too thick-skinned when they're given an inch."

I was so enraged that I could scarcely find my words, gritting my teeth as I muttered,"You..."

Before I could finish, she continued,"Go to the 4S dealership tomorrow and buy a new car. Get rid of this one."

Confused, I asked,"Why?"

She replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world,"Are you going to use this broken car to pick me up?"

With a sigh of resignation, I answered,"I can't sell my car."

She furrowed her brow, clearly displeased,"Why not?"

I explained,"I need it to pick up passengers after work, to earn money."

Her tone turned cold,"The company doesn't allow side jobs."

I finally couldn't hold back my frustration, snapping,"Sophie, don't push it. I'm not affecting my work."

Sophie Summers crossed her arms, sneering,"Who's to say? We follow company policy. You're a middle manager now, after all."

I stomped my foot in anger,"I'm just a errand runner."

She raised her eyebrows, with a hint of teasing in her eyes:"If you insist on doing odd jobs, you will be fined 1,000 each time."

I stared at her, unbelieving,"Sophie, you..."

She interrupted me, a slight smile playing at the corner of her lips,"What? If you perform well, I might give you a personal pay raise."

At that moment, I was no longer angry. My eyes lit up,"Really? You're the best! I'll sell the car tomorrow and get a new one!"

She smiled, as if amused by a child,"Good, remember to buy a Mercedes E300."

I sighed in exasperation,"Sis, even if you sold me, you couldn't afford that."

She pretended to think for a moment, her smile growing brighter,"Good idea! Maybe someone will offer ten million for you!"

"Who? Who's paying? I'll sell myself," I joked.

"Of course, it's the fiancée you brought before me," she said, her smile growing even brighter.

I shuddered involuntarily, cursing under my breath: this woman is up to no good. She's already trying to tear me apart from Celeste."You're cruel."

Her expression shifted, turning serious,"Let me tell you something. Celeste Harrington is not a suitable match for you."

My heart tightened, unease creeping in,"Here you go again. There's got to be a reason, right?"

She sighed, her gaze tinged with a hint of helplessness,"You can wait until your beloved girlfriend arrives. Sit down with her and talk about what you need for marriage. You'll find out then."

I furrowed my brow, confused,"Just tell me what you know!"

She smiled softly, her eyes mysterious,"I'd rather watch you struggle to find the answer. But if you're not married yet, I'd advise you not to sleep with her."

I slammed my hand on the armrest in fury,"You're nothing but a fortune teller."

She shrugged nonchalantly,"Believe it or not, I'm just here for the amusement."

I shook my head, frustrated,"Whatever. Marriage with her is still a long way off. We've just started dating. It's too early to think about marriage."

She simply chuckled, a mischievous glint flashing in her eyes.

Her words, however, gnawed at me. Why couldn't I be with Celeste Harrington? Why did Elena Carter seem more suited to me? This woman clearly knew something but wouldn't say, and it was driving me mad.

"You're trying to break us up, aren't you? Well, I'm not breaking up with her. You're the one with bad intentions," I snapped.

"Yeah, didn't I tell you that I hate you? So don't even think about having a good relationship." She raised her head like a proud peacock, showing her white neck.