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Madeline swung the door open, her excitement palpable in her voice.
Derek quickly locked his screen, his expression stern as he reprimanded, “Madeline, I've told you before, knock
before entering.
What if you disrupt the meeting?”
Madeline playfully stuck out her tongue. “Derek, don’t be upset.
| was just excited and wanted to tell you right away.” Madeline wrapped her arms around Derek’s neck and
settled on his lap, pouting. “I've been pestering my dad for ages, and he finally agreed to send you the project
details before the discussion.
Check your computer messages.”
“Okay.”
Derek placed his phone next to the computer, maintaining a poker face, and checked the documents Coen had
sent over.
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“Darling, | need to get swork done now.
Why don’t you go out and enjoy yourself?” Derek added, planting a kiss on Madeline’s cheek before gently lifting
her and setting her down. “Cseelater, alright?”
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Madeline, despite feeling dissatisfied with Derek’s distant demeanor, remained a compliant girlfriend.
“Sure, I'll figure out what we should do for dinner.
Have a productive meeting.”
Madeline exited the study with a smile, oblivious to Derek’s somber gaze tracking her departure.
Derek scrutinized the project details provided by Coen. It was a small, non-profit venture that might even result
in losses.
Was there a hidden agenda behind Coen’s selection of this project?
Clenching his fists, he recalled Norah's victorious moment, falling silent.
Norah was even more remarkable than he had anticipated.
Now, he felt undeserving of her. Resolved to safeguard the Carter family’s future, Derek realized he needed to
find a solution. Whether it entailed seeking Norah's assistance or remarrying her, as long as he could gain
control of her wealth, she would be valuable.
In Otland, outside a café, a suave man in a black suit gestured, saying, “Miss Wilson, over here.”
Norah, emanating an aura of elegance and nobility, approached alongside Alice.
“Miss, would you mind accompanying Mr. Scott? He wishes to speak with Miss Wilson privately,” Phillip proposed.
He had a keen grasp of nonverbal cues.
Sean's intentions were evident, and only Norah could fulfill his requirement.
“Alice, wait here for a moment. | need to speak with someone inside,” Norah said.
“Of course.”
Recognizing that the individual inside might hold special significance to Norah, Alice turned and trailed Phillip
out,
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After briefing Alice, Norah entered the café.
The second floor boasted private chambers.
Guided by the room number provided by Phillip, she pushed open the door to the designated chamber.
Lost in thought, Sean lifted his gaze at her arrival, and their eyes met abruptly. His facial features were striking
and profound, radiating an aura of cold authority.
“Norah,” Sean's voice, both icy and magnetic, reached Norah's ears, inadvertently stirring her emotions.
It had been a while since their last meeting, and now, unexpectedly, they found themselves in a foreign land.
They found themselves competing in the sracing event. Fate was truly peculiar.
“Sean, what brings you here?” Norah entered the chamber and seated herself, composed and unruffled.
Norah hadn't anticipated that her formidable opponent in the racing event in Otland would be Sean. She had
merely admired his racing prowess and had no inkling that he would be an acquaintance.
Sean remained silent for a moment, calmly studying Norah as if she were a precious gem. After a pause, he
finally spoke.
“Here on...”
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