Game Over No Second Chances novel Chapter 157

There were the countless concerts they had missed because of his work, and the violin he had promised to have custom-made for her but never did—even after 13 years.

Yet here he was, still going on, trying to win her back with empty promises.

Serena let out a cold laugh and stomped her high heel onto Zach's polished leather shoe.

Hearing Zach grunt in pain, followed by the startled screams of Rachel and Sarah, Serena calmly pulled her wrist free from his grip.

She looked down at him coldly as he curled up in pain, her voice firm and unwavering. "I said, let go of me."

She added, "You can't even handle something as simple as this, yet you still make empty promises?"

With that, she turned and walked away.

As the elevator doors closed, she shot him one final taunting smile. "I've accomplished everything I set out to do today. I'm leaving now. Goodbye."

Zach's face turned pale from the pain, but he clenched his fists tightly.

He knew it was his fault for not stepping in sooner. He couldn't blame Serena for holding a grudge, and he swore to himself that he would do everything in his power to make it right.

…

Serena left the office and headed straight for Samuel's studio.

The pressure from Howard, Zach's clinginess, and the constant scheming at Jansen Group had completely drained her.

As she entered the empty studio, she focused all her attention on her pottery. Gradually, her restless mind began to settle.

In the evening, Samuel arrived at the studio. When he saw the clay pieces that had already taken shape, his eyes widened in astonishment.

"Wait, these are the replicas you've made?" he asked.

"I can hardly believe these are the works of someone outside the industry. Ms. Jansen, with your talent, you could easily join our studio as a full-time potter… My goodness, the details on this porcelain are indistinguishable from the originals!"

Samuel's eyes sparkled with admiration.

Serena wiped the clay from her hands and carefully placed the porcelain pieces into the preheated kiln.

The intense heat hit her face, momentarily blurring her vision.

If she could spend her days doing what she loved, that would be ideal.

But for now…