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Her Heart Her Terms (Lily and Xavier)

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Chapter 280

Who would date to bully Xavier's wile?

"I've been working for a long time," Lily explained, avoiding the subject and changing the topic. "Mrs. Devereux

Sentor, hiring a professional designer for Terence's house is better. I've only just started working, so | don't think

I'm qualified -

Seeing that she didn't want to talk about it, Marika didn't press further and smiled instead. "Didn't you design

your and Xavier's marital home? I've seen it-It was beautiful.

"Terence agreed to let you design his house, so don't worry. I'm picky too. So, if the design isn't good, I'll ask you

to make changes."

Lily wasn't afraid of making changes. She just feared they might hesitate to ask for revisions hot at this point,

she couldn't refuse. "Alright. If you have time, we can measure the space now, and I'll

She returned to her desk to grab her coat and messaged Landon, who was in a meeting, to inform him she was

stepping out to measure the space. Then, she left the

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Terry was angry and tumed to speak to another person. "The newbie only got one order, and now she's acting

arrogantly, wasting work hours playing around. "She has Mr. Devereux backing her up. Who's going to stop her?"

The other person sneered.

"I may not dare to confront her face-to-face, but I can still report her anonymously," Terry said with a venomous

look, grabbing his phone and heading out to follow her.

There was a women's clothing store downstairs in the shopping mall. Maryanne, on a whim, decided to browse

for a while. It took just over ten minutes, but she was mindful that Lily was at work.

However, Terry managed to snap a picture and anonymously sent it to the headquarters’ complaint email.

Lily had no idea and was in the car with Maryanne and Marika, heading to their destination.

When they arrived, she realized it was quite close to Xavier's place, standing on the second floor of the villa, she

could even see the comer of the villa where she had lived for two years.

She focused on measuring the space with an electronic tape measure and jotting down the data. Maryanne,

noticing the subdued atmosphere around her, approached "Feeling nostalgic?"

This wasn't the first tMaryanne had been here, so she law it was close to Xavier's house.

"Why have | never realized your sharp tongue? Yet, | ended up being friends with you." Lily rolled her eyes as she

continued measuring

"He's a scumbag, so it's just anger when | see this place, not nostalgia," she said flatly.

Maryanne laughed, taking advantage of Marika's absence to tease Lily.

Suddenly, they heard footsteps downstairs, and Marika hurried up. "Maryanne, cwith me. We have guests at

home!"

"Ah?" Maryanne instinctively

ly started toward Marika but stopped after a few steps. "What about Lily?"

"Sorry, Lily. I really have to go back. You can continue measuring, and by the tyou're done, it'll be tto

leave anyway. It's only a ten-minute walk back to your place, right?" She pointed toward Xavier's villa.

Maryanne said, "She doesn't live="

"Alright, Mrs. Devereux Sendor. Maryanne, you go ahead. I'll finish up and head house after." Lily interupted her

quickly.

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It was already 4:30 pm, and once she finished measuring, she could get an Uber and head hin time.

, though there was nothing she could do, and she dragged Maryanne away.

"Next time, I'll get Maryanne to treat you to a meal, Marika said apologetically, th After finishing the

measurements on the second floor, lly called for an Uber. The driver was expected to arrive in about an hour,

giving her enough tto finish the first floor.

An hour later, the sky darkened, and the light in the unfinished villa was dim. She packed up her tools, planning

to checkou her ride. Surprisingly, when she pulled out her phone, she saw the ride had been canceled half an

hong ago. She quickly booked another ride, but it was rush hour, accepted the order.

Still hoping for lock, she grabbed her tools and walked out of the vill

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well any taxis were passing by.

In the distance, a Cullinan sped toward her. The bright headlights drew closer, casting a circle of light on her

figure by the side of the road, Under the harsh lights, Xavier recognized her at a glance. He slammed on the

brakes, and the car silily stopped beside her.

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