The Last Night with My Sugar Daddy Chapter 13

The Last Night with My Sugar Daddy Chapter 13

Chloe’s POV

Another winter arrived.

I left the clothing store in a friend’s care and took my grandmother back to New York once again.

The snow in New York was much heavier this year than in the past, falling thick as goose feathers and scattering freely over the pedestrian–filled streets.

I stood in the middle of the street, walking with firm steps toward the new company I had just joined.

Julian was right.

I wasn’t willing to stay in Bend for the rest of my life, living the safe and stable existence my grandmother always talked about.

I loved my career, and I was even willing to risk everything for it.

Although my new company couldn’t compare to Vance Group in scale, its prospects offered a lot of room for growth.

Even though the salary wasn’t high, they gave me significant management authority.

At twenty–nine, I returned to the workplace, back to my battlefield.

I was just as daring and driven as I was in my younger days.

Five years later, the company I worked for successfully went public

As a veteran employee from its startup phase, I received a substantial amount of shares

Once, a coffee brand owned by a listed company held a public bidding for an advertising agency,

The director of Vance Group and I attended simultaneously, each leading our respective teams.

Vance Group was highly experienced and mature in advertising planning, their proposal was exquisite and full of highlights.

The young man who went on stage to ent was especially good at hyping up the crowd, leaving a very deep impression on the brand representatives.

Their core concept was a caricature animation: the female lead had a crush on a boy, and her best friend held the brand’s new coffee, saying, “This coffee has a magical power. Whoever drinks it, the other person will fall hopelessly in love with them.”

Later, the female lead gave this coffee to her Prince Charming, and the final frame froze on the two sealing their love with a kiss under a cherry blossom tree.

Unfortunately, this creative concept clashed exactly with our company’s, and Vance Group clearly presented it with much more

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“To be completely honest, this is an inspiration that just popped into my head the moment I stepped onto this stage.

“If there truly were a magic potion in this world that could make others fall in love with you, I’d rather we drink it ourselves.

“Because only when a person truly falls in love with herself and recognizes her own worth does her life actually begin.

“This is also the core concept behind our creative design.”

I paused, a touch of personal sentiment softening my voice.

“This inspiration actually stems from my own personal experience.

“I used to like a boy, always feeling he was completely out of reach, hiding my affection so carefully.

“Later, as I slowly learned to love myself, I realized that once I took off the filter that ‘deified‘ him, I wasn’t any less than him at all.

“This made me realize that we spend so much time desperately chasing after the love of others, forgetting that the one person we should fall ‘hopelessly in love with‘ in this lifetime is actually ourselves.”

As my last word fell, the audience was dead silent at first, until someone took the lead and started clapping.

My gaze followed the source of the sound, landing on Julian, who was sitting quietly in the corner.

Gone was his former condescending gaze.

This time he tied his head up dighth, his eyes fixed testy in me under the splight

As thunderous applause erupted across the venue, we shared a knowing smile

It turns out that not all regrets need to be dwelled upon, nor do all pasts need to be settled

When I truly learned to love myself, even reuniting with him became a peaceful farewell

At this moment, the snow in my world finally stopped