"What's the matter? Is there a problem?" the person outside asked.

Sydney replied, "I'm sorry, but the car won't start."

The person seemed to be the driver of the armored vehicle. Growing a bit impatient, he glanced at his leader's car and then said to Sydney, "Let me take a look. Hand me the keys."

Given that he was driving an armored vehicle, Sydney didn't question his authority. She grabbed her bag, stepped out of the car, and handed the keys to him.

At that moment, the window of the armored vehicle slowly rolled down.

"Luke, what's going on?" a deep, steady voice inquired.

Luke Parker quickly approached. "Mr. Jackson, the car suddenly won't start. I'm checking it out and will move it right away."

Christopher glanced at the car, then his gaze shifted to Sydney, recognizing her.

Sydney seemed to recognize him too, her surprise evident.

"President Harper, what a coincidence," Christopher said with a faint smile.

Sydney moved closer. "Oh, it's you, Mr. Jackson."

As the president of a bank, Sydney often attended high-profile events and mingled with influential figures. She had had the chance to meet Christopher once before and had exchanged a few words, but that was all.

People of Christopher's stature were not easily befriended. Even though Sydney was in a position to meet such people, it depended on whether Christopher was willing.

had been over a

noticed a hint of redness around Sydney's eyes, with visible traces

real question was why she had been crying. Sydney thought he was referring to

"Is that so?"

like a reason for tears. It was clear that Christopher understood Sydney had either misunderstood him or

deliberately avoiding his reabel.net?

question.

Jackson, I'll check

Christopher nodded. "Go ahead."

to determine the issue After several unsuccessful

was beginning to bite. Sydney, dressed rather lightly, shivered as the wind blew, feeling the

shifted position and settled into the seat beside her. "Come on in. Your car might take a while." Sydney intended to decline,

was warm, with a

the traces

took out a clean white handkerchief from his pocket, offering it to her. He said nothing, simply holding

at the tears at the

gaze remained on

pierced Sydney's heart like sharp thorns. She didn't know how to explain

lost the motherly care he deserved. Not to mention, he had a

truly pitiful; both of

divorce, but various reasons kept her from going through with it. Only when Wesley was left with nothing and the mistress had fled did

but Wesley clung to her stubbornly, refusing to let go and disrupting her peace. He even threatened to

of suffering? Healing wasn't as simple as solving a math problem. It wasn't a matter of stepping on someone's foot, apologizing, and then being forgiven.

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