NovelEnglishChapter 901
Chapter 901:
Initially, Duncan hadn't believed Joanna could endure the rigorous training. Often, she was knocked down,
struggling to rise.
Yet, she invariably did, pushing past her apparent limits. Seeing the resolve in her eyes, Duncan realized he had
fallen for her.
Life had taken a whirlwind turn in the past year.
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Inside the car, Joanna and Susanna chatted about their lives, both delicately tiptoeing around a single, unspoken
name. A sweet scent, likely Susanna’s perfume, tickled Joanna's nose. Glancing at her friend in the rearview
mirror, she asked, “How's your brother doing, Susanna? I've heard whispers lately.”
Susanna winked playfully. “Just rumors, nothing more. A tempest in a teapot, really.”
Back at Scott Group headquarters, Frank Davis, Sean’s assistant, placed a meticulously organized stack of
documents on Sean's desk. He bowed slightly as he outlined the day’s schedule.
“Mr. Scott,” Frank began, “here’s the cooperation proposal from the Wilson Group. You have a business
conference this afternoon, followed by an exchange banquet at the Wilson Manor tonight.”
Behind the opulent desk, the impeccably suited Sean exuded an air of undeniable charm.
“Additionally, Miss Harrison has requested to see you this evening.”
Sean skimmed the proposal before casually remarking, “Have Marlene prepared to accompanyto the
banquet.”
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“Yes, sir,” Frank replied, a hint of unease flickering across his face. After a moment's hesitation, he ventured, “Mr.
Scott, the rumors about you and various actresses have been swirling for a month now. Should PR intervene?”
“Unnecessary,” Sean replied, setting down the proposal and picking up his iPad.
He scanned the entertainment headlines in Glophia. Three out of the top ten stories featured his name, each
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The media had been feasting on a steady diet of gossip about his social life for the past six months, churning out
wild speculations every month.
Unfazed, Sean made no attempt to address the stories. Even if the “playboy” label stuck, it wouldn't truly affect
him.
His gaze dropped, a flicker of sadness crossing his features. Sometimes, the true value of something only
becapparent after it was lost.
A year had passed since Norah's disappearance. Everyone had presumed her dead, lost at sea.
Sean reached into a drawer and retrieved a small perfbottle, inhaling the lingering fragrance gently. Closing
his eyes, he could almost feel Norah's presence beside him.
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