"I'm not very good at foot massages," Felix said quickly. He gave Yuliana a meaningful glance as he walked over, and thankfully, she got the message.

"Alright, I guess my feet feel fine anyway. We'll stop here for today."

Once she left, Felix hurried over to explain himself. "Quentin, I swear nothing is going on. You saw it yourself—I just started working here. I'd never overstep like that."

Felix's tone and his willingness to bend seemed to finally satisfy Quentin, who gave a smug smile and patted him on the shoulder.

"Good. Keep that mindset. Just remember—Yuliana's my future wife. Anyone who touches her is asking for trouble. Know your place, or you're only making life hard for yourself."

...

Sure enough, Yuliana showed up at Felix's rented apartment that evening.

"Ms. Swift," Felix groaned as he opened the door. "Do you really have to mess with a part-timer like me?"

Yuliana rolled her eyes and pouted. "You're the one who lied first. If you'd told me the truth, I wouldn't