"Dad..."

Lydia did a double take but hung her head and sighed. "He's someone from a completely different world. He saved Gene Pearce and is a martial artist, while I'm just a car sales girl. I'm not the right girl for him."

"Hehe..." Aaron chuckled. "But you ran into each other by chance, twice. What is that if not fate? And if fate is on your side, you should at least give it a try... Whether it works is another thing entirely." "Okay," Lydia nodded at her father's words, before checking her watch. "I need to get back to work, dad. I'll be going to Mr. Lawrence's house to finalize the paperwork."

"Good. Run along now." Aaron smiled, adding, "And don't forget what I told you."

"Yeah." Lydia smiled in wry amusement, taking the note with Frank's address out of her briefcase.

Melancholy showed on her face-she would certainly like to get to know Frank better, but cruel reality made it clear that she did not deserve him.

After asking around, she learned that Lanecorp's chairwoman and the heiress of the Turnbulls were close with Frank.

no chance at

put aside those thoughts and drove

home, and Lydia was at once disappointed

were no problems with the paperwork, so the

Lydia sighed in relief as the paperwork for

about to return to the dealership, her phone

and saw that it

presuming that it was her father asking if things went well with

from the other end. "Hey, Lydia. Missed me?" "Who are..." Lydia

"Yeah, it's me. Hehehe..."

in your father's ward, to be specific. Unfortunately for you, I know Dr. Quill from administration, and he said that since the hospital is short on beds,

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