Chapter 430

Charlene and Turner traded references and insights, their conversation lively and quick-witted.

Anyone with half a brain could see it: the more Turner talked with Charlene, the more animated and genuinely delighted he became. In fact, as their discussion went deeper, Turner was even beginning to notice the gaps in his own knowledge -a realization that oddly enough, thrilled him.

He couldn't help blurting out, "I knew my instincts were right, Ross. You're even more impressive than I thought."

But who was Turner? He was the kind of man whose reputation spoke for itself. For Charlene, so young, to possess such a wealth of knowledge—and for Turner himself to openly admit she had outshone him-well, that was enough to leave everyone listening in around them utterly stunned.

Only Stewart managed a subtle, knowing smile.

Vesta stood quietly off to the side, listening intently.

Leah, on the other hand, had absolutely no idea what Turner and Charlene were discussing. After a while, as their conversation showed no sign of winding down, her patience began to fray. "What could they possibly have to talk about for this long?" she muttered. "It's like they'll never finish."

Vesta said nothing, but her grip on her glass grew so tight her knuckles turned white.

Douglas were well-respected even internationally. But in

Stewart around,

knowledge was simply

to hold her own-no, to actually outshine Mr. Turner in a direct conversation—how could that possibly

a year?

that Charlene must have already been extremely competent even

paper Charlene published really was entirely

was the case, then Charlene had long since left

how was

Group as

her sister's pale face. "Are you okay?

glass, took a long sip of wine, and

for his part, had already witnessed Charlene's brilliance before. Tonight, though, she was shattering even his

Mr. Turner talk, one of his friends sidled up beside him

Ms. Ross isn't

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