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"This place is remote. If you get off here, you'll have to walk several kilometers to reach the bustling city. Don't act on impulse. Being rash isn't your forte," Nash leaned against the car window, his gaze drifting outside as he spoke nonchalantly.

Nina surveyed the secluded road, realizing that she would indeed have to walk for several hours.

It was already evening, and there might even be wild animals lurking around. For safety reasons, she refrained from making any more fuss. Sometimes, a wise man would adapt himself to circumstances. The car stopped at the entrance of the television station. Nash looked at the signboard atop the building and asked softly, "I heard your television station will be interviewing me soon." "Is that so?" Nina responded.

Nash's deep gaze turned towards her. "Why isn't it you?"

Nina did not mention that she had declined. "Interviewing you isn't my responsibility yet. I've only been here for less than ten days, and all I can do is write a few words to reflect the social situation." For now, Nash chose to believe her, but he was only doing so out of courtesy towards her. After some thought, he asked casually, "Having me for an exclusive interview must be helpful for you, right?" Nina remained silent, a puzzled look in her eyes.

What did he mean by that?

Was he genuinely concerned for her?

his own work. It

heard someone calling her name. She turned around to see Scott standing not far away, and

the car door. "I heard you started a new job and was worried you wouldn't adjust well, so I came to check on you.

to leave, but now it seemed impossible. He spoke coldly, "Mr. Lucas,

I came here specifically to see Nina." Scott did not hide his intentions. "I'd like to have dinner with

with Scott, the tension palpable in the

turned sharp as he said icily, "Perfect timing, I

did not say

that the meal would not be harmonious. She felt like a third wheel, witnessing the standoff between Nash and

glass of wine and sarcastically remarked, "Mr. Lucas, since you're inviting my wife to dinner, shouldn't you also ask for my consent? After all,

divorced. If there's no love,

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