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Chapter 103

Charles’s eyes widened slightly. “She really went through with it?”

Vincent nodded. “No hesitation.”

Arnold picked up the envelope, his fingers brushing over the smooth paper. He opened it and skimmed through the contents, his expression unreadable.

He had expected this. He had known it was coming.

And yet, as he read over her signature at the bottom, something about it felt strangely final.

He closed the folder and set it down.

“There’s more property and shares involved than I expected,” Arnold said evenly. “It’ll take time to process everything.”

Vincent shrugged. “That’s your part to handle. Let me know when it’s done.”

Charles, who had been silently observing, shook his head in disbelief. “I really thought she’d hold out longer.”

Vincent exhaled. “No. She’s already let go.”

Arnold said nothing. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the papers for a long moment before finally moving them to the side.

There was work to do.

Meanwhile, across the city, at Starline Studio, the office phone was ringing non–stop.

Employees rushed back and forth, trying to keep up with the flood of calls.

as she picked up the phone yet again.

could finish, another line rang. Then

were practically

barely paused between calls.

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and forth, answering inquiries, arranging meetings, and managing the overwhelming influx of interest in studio’s latest project.

early stages, yet the industry had already

designers, and businessmen alike were eager to get involved, turning the office into

sat at her desk, flipping through fabric samples while Leo stood beside her, reviewing

looking up, Leo gestured

her ear. “Star Studio, this is Nora speaking.”

on the other end hesitated for a second, as if caught off guard. Then, a familiar tone came through.

“Nora?”

fingers tightened slightly

them spoke. The name alone stirred up memories–some sharp, some bitter.

recovered first. “I wasn’t expecting you to pick up.” His voice was smooth, professional, but there was something

was 1,” Nora admitted, her

calling to discuss a potential

was about to respond, the phone was

expression impassive. His voice, however, carried an edge of cool detachment. “Whatever you

light chuckle. “I see. Well, I was hoping

leaned against the desk, his tone polite but distant. “We

be in town for business,” Cole explained. “I thought we could meet for dinner and discuss

is full. If I find the