Chapter 1050:


    “Of course. Don’t worry.” Amanda nced at her watch. “One of my patients canceled this morning, so you’d actually be doing me a favor—helping me kill some time.”


    Before he could object, she took his wrist and effortlessly led him back toward the clinic.


    Rnd didn’t resist. Not because he particrly wanted the drink, but because he was curious. What was she up to?


    He had little patience for the wealthy, yet that staggering two-thousand-dor hourly rate made him wonder—just what was Amanda capable of?


    As they walked past the receptionist’s desk, he caught the woman’s startled gaze. She clearly hadn’t expected him to return, least of all with Amanda.


    The enclosed space inside the elevator intensified the scent drifting from Amanda—not an artificial wave of perfume, but a soft floral fragrance. Something about it was oddly soothing. Against his will, Rnd felt the tension in his shoulders loosen, if only slightly.


    Rnd’s gaze couldn’t help but drift toward Amanda.


    Her fine, silken hair was pinned up, though a few rebellious strands clung to her neck. She carried herself with the confidence of an independent woman—sharp and self-assured, yet there was an ease about her, an openness that made it difficult to dislike her.


    But Rnd had encountered his fair share of wealthy people. Wade had once run a casino, a ce where the rich from all corners of the world came to indulge. The wealthier they were, the colder their hearts seemed to be.


    These people had mastered the art of tormenting others while wearing the mask of virtue.


    Wade had once told him that everyone has a dark side. And only inwless ces did these people dare to embrace it.


    Lost in thought, Rnd followed Amanda to her office.


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    “Sit wherever you like.” She hung her bag on the coat rack and shrugged off her jacket. As she did, she asked casually, “Oh, right. I don’t even know your name yet!”


    Beneath the jacket, she wore a snug short-sleeved shirt, hinting at a physique sculpted by regr exercise.


    “Rnd Potter.”


    “Got it.”


    Amanda’s office had a refrigerator, and true to her word, it was stocked with drinks. She poured two sses before settling onto the sofa, handing one to Rnd.


    Taking a generous sip, she let out a satisfied sigh. “It’s true what they say—a spoonful of sugar can wash away a sour mood!”


    Rnd arched an eyebrow. “Bad mood?”


    “Obviously.” She shrugged. “My patient canceled, which means I’m out a session fee. If it were you, would you be in a good mood?”


    Rnd studied the ss in his hand. “So, you’ve chosen to be a psychologist just for money?”


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