He gave Alaric's shoulder a gentle pat.

Alaric's gaze, previously fixed in a serious stare at Hertha, shifted away as he let out a sigh of frustration, "Weren't we here to discuss the design proposal with Donovan? The horseback riding can wait. Let's focus on work first."

Thalassa remained silent, her suspicions confirmed - Ethan and Alaric were indeed the buyers this time.

Hertha, too, had an 'aha' moment, gasping in surprise. Her widened eyes darted between Alaric and Ethan constantly.

Catching on to her train of thought, Ethan said with a smile, "Alaric is the director of Crawley Jewelry's development. He has the final say on the design proposals."

With those words, Hertha's attention snapped back to Alaric, noticing his now stern, slightly annoyed expression.

a drum. Crap, she thought, she'd mess this

saying losing a job wasn't the end of the world - they could always find another. But deep down, she knew that finding another job in jewelry design wasn't that simple. Besides, her family's expenses were high, and without any savings, she couldn't afford to be unemployed, not even for a

even pay Bridget's salary,

her expression to one of eagerness, stepping forward and saying to him, "Mr. Falconer, you must be exhausted. Want

enthusiasm, puzzled by her sudden eagerness. He gently pushed her hands away, saying, "Keep your distance. I wouldn't want your 'brilliant' ideas

realized this might

NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

to joke meant he wasn't truly mad. Perhaps there was still

Falconer, wait up," she called,

Donovan

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