The Road to Rebirth Her Fresh Start and His Late Sorrow by Helena R. Bates

Chapter 233

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Nancy was flipping through the last pages of a report on marginalized groups, her face growing more serious with each turn.

These groups faced the harshest discrimination: the mute, the disfigured, and even those without limbs. Ramona watched her closely, her tone a bit cryptic. "Lena, I really hope you can show everyone that even if someone isn't 'whole,' they can still rock stunning outfits and jewelry."

Nancy nodded slightly. "Don't worry, I will."

With that, Nancy pulled out her notes and began elaborating on her vision.

The conversation between the two grew more animated, and they lost track of time. Ramona even convinced Nancy to join her for lunch at the cafeteria.

As the sun began to set, Ramona grabbed Nancy's hand. "You're amazing. We're definitely becoming friends. Let's hit a bar for a few drinks and wait for your boyfriend to pick you up."

Nancy instinctively wanted to decline, but Ramona playfully insisted, "It's just around the corner. Relax, I know the owner. It's perfectly safe."

Nancy hesitated for a moment before agreeing. "Alright, but let me text my boyfriend to come get me later."

Half an hour later, at a cozy café, Judson's phone screen lit up. He hardly noticed Michael's words as he quickly grabbed his phone. When he read the message from Nancy, Judson's smile froze, a chill of displeasure spreading across his face.

Michael's heart skipped a beat. "Did something happen with Nancy?"

with a stern expression. "Ramona took Nancy to

be fine there." "Still, what if someone hits on Nancy?" Judson muttered, already heading for the door, his

Michael decided not to follow. After all, Ramona was a part-owner of MT;

Nancy's striking beauty, she'd certainly

MT Bar.

her phone back

tune. I thought he was the only one who cared so much, but

hocar

you do too."

grinned. "He's definitely

nearby all day, just to be

Ramona

gaze intent on Nancy. "So, him? I

vonze intent for a moment, Cyrus." Content be way

you

history." Nancy shrugged, "There's really no comparison with

a jerk, while

about to make

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