chapter 5 sixth sense

Megan slumped on the sofa, her small hands restless in her ink-like hair, visibly agitated. "Megan, don't worry too much about the company. I'll handle it for you. You've helped me before; consider this my way of repaying you." Martin spoke up. "Thank you..." Megan replied weakly, her autumn eyes slightly lowered. The predicament of the White Group wasn't something easily resolved. Still, Martin's words brought warmth to her heart. She never expected that the person she could rely on now would...