Gwyneth hurried out, practically darting from the room.

"Wait-Miss Langford!"

Hans called after her and followed in her wake.

It wasn't until Gwyneth had completely disappeared from view that Hawthorne finally left the lounge himself.

Back at her desk, Gwyneth opened her computer and started waiting for her character models to render. She idly scrolled through her phone, noticing several messages from Hawthorne-reminders and advice that, while a bit overprotective, were clearly sent with care. She smiled and took them to heart.

Suddenly, another notification popped up-this time from a number she didn't recognize. The sender introduced himself:

"This is Connor."

"Hi. Did you take the car to the garage? How much is the estimate?"

After the brief greeting, Connor immediately started browsing her Instagram, curious to see what kind of person she was. But apart from a cartoon avatar and a photo of an old mountain landscape as her header, there wasn't a single personal detail to be found.

He was honestly disappointed. For someone as stunning as Gwyneth, he'd expected at least a few selfies or some artsy snapshots of her daily life. Yet she was so low-key, she'd left absolutely nothing.

do you do

Gwyneth replied without thinking, "I'm a concept

just wrecked a car worth several million, the least she could do was be polite. Incidents like this could

right? Judging by the way you drove today, you seem pretty fearless. Want to

seeing her uncles compete, she'd never really

"When?"

entirely sure

was getting at. In any

would be easier

for the damage

any of this to Hawthorne. It felt

to trouble him with

free on

couldn't reasonably

sounded pleased. "Great.

need," she shot back. "Just send me the address, I'll meet

interest in getting closer to Connor

a married woman yet, but she

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