Rowan froze on the spot, not knowing which leg to move first.

“Mr. Harris, your manager’s waiting for you at the door,” Mr. Smith said with a smile. “There are a few shots to add to Ms. Lulham’s film!”

“Mm, got it.” Neil patted his clothes and put on his sunglasses before walking out. Before he left, he mouthed a “You got this” to Rowan.

Rowan looked at the elevator and then at Mr. Smith with a troubled expression.

Mr. Smith chuckled. “Mr. Irwin, Madam Baker said that you’ve been monkeying here these two days to meet Mrs. Hamerton!”

“Well…” How could Janine describe him to be monkeying around!?

“Don’t worry.” Mr. Smith saw through him. “Madam Baker returned to Chaiseland on an early flight today. She’s not around.”

It was only then Rowan looked better, but he could not let others notice that he was wary of Janine. Hence, he coughed and straightened up his back, huffing audibly. “It doesn’t matter if she’s around or not! I’m not scared!”

Mr. Smith watched Rowan’s back with a shake of his head. He took him to Cordelia’s office shortly.

“Mrs. Hamerton, Mr. Irwin’s here.”

Cordelia’s hands holding a document paused slightly, and she could not help biting her lips.

“Cor—” Rowan stepped forward, but before he could address her, he was worried about upsetting her and changed it to “Madam Cordelia”.

Madam Cordelia? Even Mr. Smith could not help giggling.

Rowan stood rooted. Cordelia did not ask him to sit, so he kept standing.

Mr. Smith said softly, “Mrs. Hamerton, there’s not much to do today. There are two artist schedules. I’ll take them. Have a good talk with Mr. Irwin.”

Cordelia nodded.

Mr. Smith left politely.

filled with silence. Cordelia could hear her anxious heartbeats. Her thoughts were all over the place. She was the one who

on the pedestal in Southeast Aciatic, was sweating nervously in front

despite his limited culinary skills after his identity was exposed, and he, too, had stood helplessly in

Was

just stand there.” She looked at him. “Have

but he

just want to

father. I’m not asking for your forgiveness… but

hands, nails digging into her palms. “With

“Cordelia—”

“It’s too late!”

with

was hoarse as he called her name almost pleadingly,

you know how we’ve

Her gaze was deep, like an abyss—it was no

but he could not get a

been treated as William Jenner’s illegitimate daughter, and Joanne and Yelena

wasn’t lucid sometimes, and Carter was so young. I began doing house chores and taking care of mom and him when I was eight! I learned how to spend each

I met Zephyr. If that man were really Marcus Grist,

“Sorry, I’m sorry…”

sorry felt cheap at this moment.

wiped her tears and sobbed, “I’m sorry. I am not prepared to

shaking

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