"What's wrong?" Yvonne, noticing her sudden withdrawal, stopped the playful banter and asked instinctively.

As she stood up, her gaze met Nash's looming figure, and she too felt a pang of panic.

Why was Nash suddenly here?

No one was more nervous than Nina herself. She had barely been catching up with Yvonne for a while, and now Nash appeared out of nowhere.

Instinctively, she tidied her appearance to disguise her unease.

Nash, still visibly displeased, approached with a stern, icy demeanor. Observing their apparent discomfort, he inquired sharply, "What's so amusing? You seem unusually happy."

His penetrating gaze scanned the table, taking note of the tea, snacks, and an inconspicuous package that did not belong.

Nina hurriedly removed the books and package, placing them behind her. "Nothing, just chatting with Yvonne, having some fun," she replied quickly, attempting to deflect his attention.

Nina's barely been out here for

Yvonne laughing, the silence in the room became palpable,

in conversation. "Miss Yvonne, you usually can't stand the sight

communication made

she might be discovered, so she attempted to smooth

began, wanting

cover for her. "Yeah, Mr. York," Yvonne stood up, smiling at Nash. "I'm transitioning now. I used to be all about my art, earning just a

with Nash. However, Nash's gaze remained fixed on

hand, Nash asked coldly, "When

pass the time,"

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