Linda returned to the vice president's office with a bright smile as she had found a common hobby with Finnley.

Since childhood, she had been fond of cartoons and sketching cartoon characters in her spare time.

When in middle school, Linda sketched cartoons on her textbooks, which annoyed her teachers.

If she had won the fierce competition to find a job in the cartoon industry in the past, she wouldn't have worked for the Marsh Group. Recalling the cartoons she had seen just now, Linda thought Finnley was adorable as he drew them in his company, which didn’t match his public image.

Linda was delighted to know more about her crush.

Rowan’s villa.

The pale moonlight fell through the window. The room where Ivan and Spencer stayed was lit brightly.

The night was deep.

Staring at the calendar on his phone, Ivan was lost in thought.

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He answered in a low voice. “It's my mother’s birthday today.” Spencer was also slightly taken aback, turning to check on him.

The room was blanketed by silence for several seconds.

all recalled the scene filled with the gunpowder smell earlier in

and stared at him. “Why don't you call

thought about her suggestion

he dialed Aubree’s

a short beep, the

Mom,” Ivan greeted

just told the bedtime stories to the

in the daytime still upset her, as her son defended

had never

expression eased.

raised a slight pain in Aubree’s chest. She choked

only silence

know what else to talk about, his mind blank. “It's getting late. Good

her phone while standing in front of the

about to ask him how he was doing and tell him

wait to hang up the

wondering when their

looked for good doctors to cure her. He never gave up. They relied on each other. However, somehow, they had become not

and she failed

Ivan won the battle.

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