Echoes of Unrequited Love

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As I was mulling things over, a sweet and soft voice suddenly popped up next to my ear, “Xaviera, Mr. Temple was talking to you.”

My gaze shifted curiously to Cecilia, and when our eyes met, I could clearly see a look of longing flicker in her apricot eyes.

I knew it was a hint.

I glanced at Hogan. His expression was as usual, no sign of any particular emotions.

I had to come up with a middle–of–the–road response, “Mr. Abbott is top–notch in his field in the whole scene. Once we team up, I’ll make sure to coordinate the whole project team and shield FreeMan’s creativity from any bumps in the road.”

After hearing this, Sean cracked a subtle smile and said, “Ms. March, you have a perfect logic.”

My gut was telling me that wasn’t meant as a compliment.

But Sean’s face was all smiles, and it didn’t seem sarcastic either.

I was at a loss trying to figure out what my opponent was thinking.

The negotiation was at a critical juncture.

I knew that saying more would be useless, so I didn’t add anything else.

Cecilia wasn’t wrong about one thing: the two conditions Hogan had laid out were impossible to find on the market.

The earnestness was plenty clear.

Now it all hinged on what Sean had in mind.

until Sean let out a soft sigh, his tone dripping with regret, “Sorry, Mr. Zade, I’ve seen the genuine interest of Rainbow Capital, it’s just that I’m swamped with

took a nosedive, and Hogan let out a cold snort, “In that case, we’ll just have to

immediately, not dragging

“Mr. Zade, don’t get it twisted, it’s not that I don’t want to work with you, it’s just that the situation

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It’s not like you have a monopoly on top–notch original artists. But I’m afraid, Mr. Abbott, you

a stone–cold face, Hogan marched out, ignoring Sean’s backpedaling,

mug, I was a bit baffled.

upper hand, so why did he look like he was in a bind?

one rejected, strutted off with an air of firm pride.

left the thatched cottage

way, with Cecilia by his side, trying to comfort him, “Maybe Mr. Abbott has his own reasons,

it,” Hogan said with scorn, “I’ll make sure

my eyebrows in surprise, catching the deep and unfathomable look in

was he really considering finding a new

the latter, it wouldn’t bode well for our entire

so long that starting the collaboration would’ve been a breeze, but getting in sync with a new artist would set us back at

least a month.

let

Zade,” I steadied myself and suggested, “I think I want to give Mr. Abbott another try.”

over, his

Mr. Abbott is a businessman; he might just need some time to mull

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a project was like waging a war,

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