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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.”

had meticulously unraveled the narrative spun by the Thomas Group. Prior to her arrival, Nancy’s dossier had been examined with meticulous scrutiny, revealing

her aspirations

a contrary melody had reached her ears—a tale of Nancy’s illness, a tale intertwined with an

her lips, the irony unfurling. Was Nancy

substantial amount of money. She doubted that the Thomas Group

left suspended in

ailment. Did she perceive Nancy’s ailment as naught

from Marcus, Nancy’s gaze brushed his countenance, finding no refuge in his impassive demeanor. Swiftly, she shifted her focus elsewhere, ascertaining the shape of 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 an

Mrs. Barton, for your solicitousness. My health has been reclaimed. Rest assured, my dedication shall be singularly focused on crafting a necklace that aligns perfectly with your

does emanate from you,” Mrs. Barton remarked, her lips curving