On the way back to the rental apartment, Anya's expression was bleak.
She glanced at Zachary several times, wanting to say something but hesitating.
But when she thought of Molly's background in the information she had, a sense of unease settled over her.
And so, amidst a swirl of inner conflict, she returned to the rental apartment with him.
A delicious aroma wafted from the kitchen as Zachary unlocked the door, instantly whetting their appetites.
"Zac, you're back!"
"Anya, you're here again."
Upon hearing the door open, Molly emerged from the kitchen.
She wore an apron and held a spatula, clearly in the middle of cooking.
Zachary smiled and said, "You might as well prepare an extra serving from now on since Anya will be joining us for dinner often."
Anya surprisingly didn't retort.
Instead, she stared at Molly with a complex expression, a pang of jealousy tightening her chest.
As the president of Yel Corporation, her status wasn't low in Yelbric, but facing Molly made her feel utterly inadequate.
This realization left her with an unexplainable sense of inferiority and powerlessness.
Molly nodded and chirped, "Zac, Anya, just wait a moment. Dinner will be ready soon!"
A few minutes later, four dishes and a soup were on the dining table.
The three sat down, but the atmosphere differed from the previous night.
"Anya, are you worried about something?" Noticing Anya's silence, Zachary cast her a curious glance.
Molly also looked at Anya, sensing something was off.
"Nothing. I'm just thinking about some company matters." Anya forced a smile and gave a vague excuse.
Zachary didn't think much of it.
After dinner, he walked Anya to the community's entrance like the night before.
"Zac!" Just before they parted ways, she wanted to say something to him, but the words got stuck in her throat.
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