When Love Comes Late

Stella picked up a picture from the photo gallery on her phone and uploaded it to her account.

It expressed exactly how she was feeling at the moment.

In the presidential suite on the top floor, Matthew stood in front of the French window and stared into the night with his phone in his hand.

He had just gotten off the phone with his Lawyer who told him that his wife had failed to show up for the meeting and also expressed that she was getting back at him for standing her up in the past.

Matthew was furious.

What trick was she trying to play? Did she want him to see her ki*sing her lover in a public place yet again?

Suddenly, his phone buzzed.

Matthew lowered his head.

It was a Twitter notification.

After he became an active player in the design industry, he came across a talented anonymous designer who went by the name, Ella.

Ella was the only person he followed on Twitter.

The post notification indicated that Ella had just made a new tweet, so he quickly clicked on it.

It wasn’t a picture of a design drawing.

Instead, it was a picture of a bird looking up at the sky.

For some reason, this simple post cheered Matthew up.

He stared at the picture for a while before hitting the Like button.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

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He was just about to log off Twitter when he noticed something.

The location marker at the bottom of the tweet indicated that Ella was in Highwyn.

The next day, everyone who came on this business trip went to the branch company to work.

Tons of messages kept pouring into the work group chat.

After Stella read through them, she texted, “The animal rights activists have shown up.

You know the drill, everyone.

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She took a deep breath and continued to work.

To avoid clashing with the protesting activists, Fernando led Antony, the model who was headlining the show, backstage through the backdoor.

The activists charged themselves up outside.

Armed with placards, megaphones, and noise blowers, they stormed into the venue and began to make noise.

“Say no to animal cruelty! The furs are their clothes, not yours!”

“Stop killing innocent animals! They can’t live without their furs.

Killer enterprises like this should get out of Highwyn! You are not wanted here!”