Matteo was rendered speechless. Was it really just for the company’s sake?
Seeing him like this, Henrietta felt disgusted. “Aren’t you leaving?”
Matteo had no choice but to stand. “Henrietta, I won’t give up!”
Just as Pamela had said, winning her back wouldn’t be easy.
Henrietta didn’t even spare him another glance. “Get out.”
Matteo left in disgrace, but at the door, he suddenly turned. “Henrietta, I’m going to buy you a pair of shoes.”
Henrietta was initially repulsed, but on second thought, she said nothing.
Matteo took her silence as acquiescence. A flicker of joy ignited within him. She was just throwing a tantrum, he thought. Of course her words would be harsh.
“I’ll go right now!” he said happily.
But when he opened the door, he froze. He didn’t know Henrietta’s shoe size. He suddenly understood why she had remained silent. But it was too late to back down now. He had to steel himself and turn back. “Henrietta, what… what size shoe do you wear?”
Henrietta looked at him with such mockery that he felt a prickling heat all over his body, consumed by shame.
“I’ll… I’ll buy a few pairs. You can try them on,” Matteo stammered.
As he was about to leave, Artina suddenly appeared at the doorway. Matteo jumped, startled. “What are you doing here?” he blurted out.
“I need to speak with Ms. Sargent,” Artina replied. As she tried to walk past him, Matteo grabbed her arm, hissing, “Don’t you dare cause any trouble! Or you can kiss your career goodbye.”
Artina leaned in close to him. “Relax. I’m not as stupid as she is.”

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