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Chapter: 392

“Allow me, Mrs. Barton, to extend my formal introduction. I am Nancy, the chief architect of the esteemed Thomas Group’s design endeavors. It is an honor to make your acquaintance.”

With a nod of acknowledgment, Mrs. Barton offered her response, her tone layered with revelation. “Ah, indeed. So you are none other than the illustrious Nancy, the renowned designer of the esteemed Thomas Group.”

“In this particular juncture, Mr. Thomas has summoned me to this assembly with a singular aim—to fashion a necklace that resonates profoundly with your desires.

Might I implore you, Mrs. Barton, to elucidate your wishes?”

While she was savoring her coffee’s embrace, Mrs. Barton’s query flowed mellifluously. “Rumors reached me of your recent indisposition, a bout that led you into the embrace of hospital walls. Yet, today, I bear witness to a visage that belies such convalescence, an enigma intriguing in its form.”

her arrival, Nancy’s dossier had been examined with meticulous scrutiny, revealing a tapestry of accomplishments that captured Mrs. Barton’s

to see her aspirations

overture to her expectations. The echoes of a contrary melody had reached her ears—a tale of Nancy’s

lips, the irony unfurling.

contract with Thomas Group involved a substantial amount of money. She doubted that

was left

the truth of Nancy’s ailment. Did she perceive Nancy’s ailment as naught but a stratagem, a feigned infirmity employed to

countenance, finding no refuge in his impassive demeanor. Swiftly, she shifted her focus elsewhere, ascertaining the shape of

twist—Mrs. Barton’s interpretation swerved away from her intentions. Her illness became a breeding

awkward smile, a meandering response unfurling. “Gratitude is owed, Mrs. Barton, for your solicitousness. My health has been reclaimed. Rest assured, my dedication shall be singularly focused on

from you,” Mrs. Barton remarked, her lips curving with