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.”

not elude Mrs. Barton; she had meticulously unraveled the narrative spun by the Thomas Group. Prior to her arrival, Nancy’s dossier had been examined with meticulous scrutiny, revealing a tapestry of accomplishments that captured Mrs.

see her aspirations realized by

echoes of a contrary melody had reached her ears—a tale of Nancy’s illness,

irony unfurling. Was Nancy daring to

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

left suspended in

seemed that Mrs. Barton had discerned the truth of Nancy’s ailment. Did she perceive Nancy’s ailment as naught but a stratagem, a feigned infirmity employed to distance herself out

finding no refuge in his impassive demeanor. Swiftly, she

designed to highlight her significance within the Thomas Group, had taken an unexpected twist—Mrs. Barton’s interpretation swerved away from her intentions. Her illness became a breeding ground for misunderstanding and

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 crafting a necklace that

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

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