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Sensing a frigid gaze upon her, Nancy momentarily froze, her head bowing in response. Her thoughts appeared to be laid bare, with no refuge to escape from the scrutiny of someone astute.

Indeed, Marcus epitomized such discerning insight.

Back then, in order to secure her standing, she had been compelled to embark on her overseas venture.

She had been eagerly waiting for the opportune moment to return ahead of schedule.

“A few days ago, upon learning of the impending marriage between the Lawrence and Fairclough families, I expedited my return. I anticipate the wedding jewelry project will be entrusted to our firm. In my capacity as head designer, I’m prepared to assume this responsibility.”

Though spoken sincerely, an air of unease hung in the silence that ensued.

it against his desk, allowing

bracing

pause,

and prepare for the

her forehead, recognizing how narrowly she had escaped a

meeting room, the ambiance was taut. Marcus’ expression was strained, and he projected a stern countenance. The rest of

you demanding design tasks. I

redirected towards Nancy, who wore a

you that I will

preoccupied, his attention drifting across the faces

entire design department, yet two spots remained unoccupied,