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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

to see her aspirations realized

had orchestrated a discordant overture to her expectations. The echoes of a contrary melody had reached her ears—a tale of Nancy’s illness, a tale intertwined with an elusive ailment beyond

smile painted her lips, the irony

substantial amount of money. She doubted

left suspended

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

finding no refuge in his impassive demeanor. Swiftly, she shifted her focus

significance within the Thomas Group, had taken an unexpected twist—Mrs. Barton’s interpretation swerved away from

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

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