While others might be hopeless romantics, I had been utterly Monica-brained.

"Jean Spencer! How dare you do this to me? Don't you forget, I've got dirt on you!"

I furrowed my brow. "Like what? Why am I unaware?"

Monica seemed to gain a sudden sense of triumph. "You've had several boyfriends and even lived with them. If I spread the word, do you think you'll be able to get married in the future?"

I was at a loss for words, again.

Weren't we living in the 21st century?

What century did she time-travel from?

"In any case, you'd better stay away from Liam and transfer this house to me, or I'll expose your past to your company and the Internet, and we'll see how you handle that!"

Monica strutted away like a victorious rooster. She left the house to chase after Liam.

I let out a sigh and cursed my bad luck. Then I contacted the real estate company to put the house up for sale.

I couldn't live here anymore. They'd just keep making trouble.

After renting an apartment close to the office, I resumed my work and life as usual.

However, within only a few days of this peaceful interlude, there was a new development.

"Ms. Spencer, you... you should go check, Monica's boyfriend seems to be waiting for you downstairs."

My assistant, Ruby, blushed and looked like she wanted to say something more.

I was confused. "You're talking about Liam, Monica's boyfriend?"

Ruby nodded, looking helpless.

Monica was a familiar face around the company. She'd often come by to bring me lunch or pick me up after work.

As for Monica's boyfriend, Liam, he too had made a few appearances, so Ruby should have no trouble recognizing him.

I wasn't sure what Liam was up to, so instead of rushing downstairs, I peered out the window.

One glance was almost enough to take my breath away.

There was Liam, in a disheveled suit and greasy hair slicked back, holding a bouquet of red roses. Behind him was a line of people carrying banners that read: [Jean Spencer, Marry Me.]

I was pretty close to passing out.

"Ms. Spencer, what's happening?"

I gave my temples a good rub, which were throbbing with irritation, and told Ruby, "Get security to remove them, or call the police if they can't handle it."

Ruby saw my bad mood and didn't push for more information.

Out of the blue, my cell phone buzzed with an unknown number. I answered it without thinking too much.