NovelEnglishPatrick chuckled warmly. "No need to rush. Let's eat first, and we can discuss as we go."
Aveline kept her expression calm. "You mentioned earlier that my initial draft wasn't what you were looking for.
Could you tellwhat specifically you found unsatisfactory?"
The smile on Patrick's face faded slightly. "Miss Young, I'm not the type who likes to discuss business over a
meal."
Aveline paused for a moment, then replied, "Alright, understood."
Seeing her tactfully drop the subject, Patrick's demeanor softened a bit.
"Are you from Cloudflare City, Miss Young? Being an architectural designer must be quite demanding, isn't it? You
know, someone as beautiful as you could easily find a more relaxed and comfortable job. There's no need to
work so hard," he began chatting, though his choice of topic felt a bit inappropriate. Aveline responded mildly,
"I'm genuinely interested in architectural design, so I've stuck with it."
Patrick nodded. "That's impressive, making a career out of something you love. But have you ever thought about
starting your own studio? Working for someone else can only get you so far. In the end, you're just lining
someone else's pockets. Isn't it tyou did something for yourself?"
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His words seemed to be leading in a certain direction.
Aveline replied, "It's not so bad. My boss is a friend, and | have quite a bit of freedom in my work."
Patrick's gaze lingered on her serene face, the soft light highlighting her features. Though her demeanor was
polite and distant, there was a certain ethereal beauty to her, making him curious to see another expression on
her face.
His fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, his interest in her clearly growing.
Aveline's brow furrowed slightly, a sense of caution rising within her.
Knock, knock!
At that moment, the door to the private room was knocked.
"Who is it?" Patrick turned his head.
The door swung open, and Baron walked in, his demeanor respectful. He gave Aveline a slight nod and said,
"Mrs. Tudor, this is a gift from Mr. Tudor."
He presented a box to Aveline with both hands.
"Mrs. Tudor? You're married?" Patrick exclaimed in surprise, his eyes darting toward Aveline.
As Baron entered, Aveline's brow immediately furrowed, but before she could say anything, Baron. turned to
Patrick and announced, "This is Mrs. Tudor, the wife of Lucas Tudor." en
What?!
Patrick nearly jumped out of his seat with excitement.
Lucas Tudor!
The newly appointed head of the Tudor Group, a century-old powerhouse in Cloudflare City!
Just recently, Lucas had stunned the city's elite with a bold and unexpected move that seemed destined to ruin
him. Yet, against all odds, he turned the tables and secured the largest share, effectively taking control of the
Tudor Group!
Frederick was ousted from the board, and now, after a stroke, he was still in the hospital!
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Suddenly, Lucas had becthe most talked-about figure in Cloudflare City, and everyone was reevaluating the
young Chairman.
And this seemingly unremarkable woman in front of him was his wife?!
Patrick felt a cold sweat break out
on his palms. Thank goodness he hadn't said anything inappropriate. If he had, he might as well start packing his
bags!
Baron noticed Patrick's face turning pale and allowed a hint of disdain to flash across his eyes.
He then turned back to Aveline. "Mrs. Tudor, Mr. Tudor is still waiting for your response."
Aveline took a deep breath, accepted the box, and opened it.
Inside, a pink diamond bracelet lay quietly.
Under the light, the pink diamonds sparkled brilliantly, and the intricate floral design made the bracelet a work of «
art.
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