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Miya couldn't retain her smile anymore. She blinked and looked at Xenon with her big tearful eyes.

"Honey, please.." she said pitifully.

"If you were an actress, you would be the worst. I say I shall deduct the rest of the money in the
account." Xenon said coldly, let go of her, and walked away without taking another look at her.

Miya stood there silently and watched Xenon walking away, feeling helpless.
"Mr. Xenon Uba, which department should we inspect first?" She heard Levi speaking.
Suddenly, she ran towards Xenon and grabbed his arm. "Honey." She said with a sweet smile.

"Take your hands off me," Xenon said with disdain.

Miya looked at him and spoke sincerely, "Xenon, my mum is the most important person to me. I'm
completely dependent on you now. I promise that I will be the best pet for you. Whatever you like, whatever you need, I will do my best to please you."

Xenon didn't seem convinced. He pushed her hands off her arm with his other hand and said coldly, "You'd better do."

Miya heaved a sigh and watched Xenon walk away. He's so cold and arrogant. How can l ever
please him? Miya thought helplessly. She recalled the time when she was working overtime and, though exhausting, she never felt desperate. However, now she was facing a task that she had no idea how to start or complete.
She wanted to be a designer for a well-established company, to have a stable income, and be independent. Thinking about how
all the companies rejected her yesterday as soon as they realized who she was, she felt utterly
disappointed. And when she heard that Brighten Company was looking for a designer, she felt
hopeful again. Yet again, she was disappointed.
She couldn't even get an interview.
Parked outside the company were lines of luxury cars, and one could easily spot the one in the middle, the most expensive and shiny one. Though Miya herself was brought up in a well-off family, loved and spoiled, it was nothing like the Uba family.
She bit her lips and thought about her mum. I'm completely under his control now. He won't allow me to have my financial independence. As she walked over to her car, she heard someone call out,

"Mrs. Uba." It was the driver. He held the door open for Miya and beckoned her.

"I will drive home by myself," Miya said.

"That car isn't for you, Mrs. Uba. It's for the servants. Mr. Uba won't be pleased if he sees you driving that car."

Miya heaved a sigh and went into Xenon's car. She could smell his cologne, and it made her feel
even worse. He's everywhere! She thought. Looking out of the window, lost in her thoughts, she waited quietly.

About half an hour later, Miya saw Xenon come out of Brighten Company, followed by his
bodyguards, who all looked serious and alert, as well as some managers who were all smiley and
Courteous.

The driver opened the door for Xenon. Xenon got in the car.
"Xenon. Honey." Miya greeted him with a smile despite her reluctance.

Xenon, however, didn’t even take a look at her. "To the headquarter," Xenon said to the driver coldly and leaned backward with his eyes closed. He looked tired and impatient.

Miya watched him closely and sensed that he wasn't in a good mood. She moved close to him
and said in a sweet voice, "Xenon, how are you feeling? Do you have a headache?"

Xenon nodded slightly but kept his eyes closed. At least he responded. Miya thought and
went on, "Perhaps i can give you a massage."

Xenon said nothing. Miya waited for a bit and decided to take the initiative. She sat up on the seat, put her slim and soft hands on his head, and started rubbing his temples gently with her thumbs. Her soft hair fell forward and tickled Xenon's face, and a pleasant fragrance greeted his nose.

It brought him back to the icy day thirteen years ago when the girl was trying to pull him up from the lake, and he was injured then, and her hair fell onto his face. He recalled the tickling feeling of the pleasant fragrance. It felt like déjà Vu now.
He suddenly opened his eyes and gazed at Miya. His gaze was so intense that Miya grew nervous, and her hands froze.

Xenon lifted her chin up with his long slim forefinger and thumb and watched her face closely. His gaze fell on the corner of her left
eye. It's not her. He thought. But the smell, it's so familiar.
"When you were little, about eight or nine years old, did you save an injured young boy?" He asked.

Miya shook her head and said, "No. I only remember that when I was seven," she hesitated for a bit, then went on, "Luke Johnson
saved me."

On hearing the negative answer and mentioning the name of Luke, the subtle feeling of gentleness Xenon had immediately disappeared and was replaced by disgust. He pushed Miya away and said, "Don't speak of that asshole again! Remember that I've put a tag on you, and you're mine."

Though Miya felt a bit hurt, she knew that her priority was to please Xenon and build a decent
relationship with him. She leaned towards him and put her hands back on his head gently. "I won't mention him again." She said softly while massaging his temples.

Xenon closed his eyes again, and Miya didn't say another word. About ten minutes later, Xenon did feel much better, and the headache seemed to have disappeared.

He said calmly, "Miya Uba, I've provided you with the best accommodation, food, and everything you need; I paid for the best treatment and nursing for your mother, yet still, you won't do what I say and went to look for a job. What does that mean? Do l not treat you and your mother well enough"

"Oh, it's more than well. It's the best. I'm really grateful. It's just that I feel useless not having a job. I want to do something and be helpful." Miya said gently.

"Ha." Xenon mocked and poked a finger at Miya's forehead."You do have a job, and you know what your job is. Please help me! If you do
want to feel useful, then do your job well."

Miya's heart sank, and the smile on her face disappeared. She moved her hands down to his
shoulders and massaged them gently. "I am doing my job now, and I will do it better. It's my
mission to please you the best way I can,"