Chapter 976

Chapter 976:

“Evita, just leave. Don’t ever mention that you worked at Klein Group once. We’re all embarrassed to be associated with you!”

Having witnessed Evita’s actions, the employees harbored deep disdain for her. As they saw her sprawled at the entrance of Klein Group’s parking lot, acting as though the company had wronged her, they couldn’t hold back and voiced their intent to drive her away.

Their harsh words were like whips, ringing in Evita’s ears.

Her hands throbbed with pain, her feet ached, her knees burned, and she had to endure the harsh judgment of everyone around her.

Tears streamed down her face as she longed to wipe them away, but the agony in her right hand made even that small movement impossible.

Andrew’s car had taken off without warning, and had she not reacted in time, she might have lost her life.

The realization hit her hard, forcing her to confront the bitter truth—Andrew didn’t care for her, and it had all been a figment of her imagination.

In a haze of disbelief, she recalled Lila’s advice. Andrew would never love her. At the time, Evita had dismissed Lila’s advice as jealousy. Now, however, she saw Lila had been right all along. If she had heeded her words and worked hard at Klein Group, perhaps she wouldn’t be standing here now.

Evita stood up, her disheveled appearance a stark contrast to the image she once hoped to project. Even the taxis driving by didn’t dare to stop for her.

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Then, her landlord’s call came through, inquiring about renewing her lease, as rent was due soon.

Her mother’s medical bills were still unpaid. She’d been kicked out of Global Entertainment. And now, the rent—this call was the last straw for Evita. She broke down, crying into the phone, her words barely coherent.

The landlady, momentarily softened, told her, “You still have a few days to think about it. If you can’t afford it, I’ll recommend other places. I’ll hang up now.”

As the call ended, Evita was left holding the phone, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on her, alone in the darkness. After a long silence, she scrolled…

Through her contacts, Evita removed Lila’s number from the blacklist. Then, she dialed it.

“Beep… beep…”

The phone rang several times, and just when Evita thought it would disconnect, it finally connected.

She couldn’t find the words to describe her emotions. Her voice cracked with sobs as she immediately apologized. “Lila, I’m sorry. I know I was wrong. I’m so sorry…”

She repeated the apology, her regret washing over her.

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