Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 3485

Carson scoffed coldly. Without looking, he tossed the pencil over his shoulder. It landed perfectly in the trash can.

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Marina had assumed her paths with Carson wouldn't cross again. She was just waiting for the right moment to call off the engagement and end things for good.

That was, until Wyndham called her in a panic.

"It doesn't matter how much anyone protests," Wyndham explained frantically over the phone. "Management is willing to pay millions of dollars in penalties just to take the series offline completely."

After a nervous pause, Wyndham added cautiously, "Ashen, I asked around. The platform was recently acquired by the Foster Group. Does... does this have something to do with you?"

Marina gritted her teeth. Finally, she said, "I'll handle it."

Wyndham sounded incredibly guilty. "I know this isn't really your problem anymore, especially since you already quit. But I just can't stand to see this project destroyed. You were the only person I could turn to."

"It's fine," Marina assured him. "Even though I walked away, I still poured my blood, sweat, and tears into that story. I'm not going to let anyone ruin it."

"Don't force yourself if it's too difficult," Wyndham said.

Marina forced a light, easy tone. "I won't. It'll just take one conversation. Trust me."

Hearing her sound so confident, Wyndham let out a sigh of relief. "I knew you'd figure something out."

After hanging up, Marina forced herself to calm down for a few minutes before calling Carson. A woman answered the line, her tone perfectly professional. "Hello. Mr. Foster is currently in a meeting and cannot take calls. Would you like me to pass along a message?"

"When will his meeting be over?" Marina asked.

The woman's voice was soft and sweet. "I'm not exactly sure."

The receptionist froze.

Moments later, Marina was escorted up to the executive floor. Carson's primary assistant, a stunning woman with mixed heritage, greeted her with a warm smile. "The CEO is waiting for you in his office. Right this way, Ms. Evert."

"Thank you." Marina walked past her and stepped into the sprawling office.

Carson was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, talking on the phone. His back was to her. Dressed in a flawlessly tailored suit, his tall, lean frame cut an imposing silhouette. His voice was smooth and laced with a hint of careless amusement—just like the man himself, pleasant but entirely detached.

Marina sat down in a chair and waited in silence.

A few minutes later, Carson ended the call and turned around. The bright light from the window cast him in shadow, making his narrow eyes look as deep and unreadable as the ocean. He spoke in a slow, low drawl. "Need something?"

"Drop the act. You know exactly why I'm here," Marina said, cutting straight to the chase. "Why are you doing this? I already quit. I have nothing to do with that manga anymore. Why won't you let it go?"