"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.

York, you're quite the clingy type. Nina's barely been out here for a minute, and here

the

gaze sharp as he followed Nina's movements, engaging her in conversation. "Miss Yvonne, you usually can't stand the sight of me. Yet today, you're surprisingly

their communication made Nash feel

so she attempted to smooth things over. However, this only exposed their

began, wanting to

business world now. In the future, she might have dealings with you. It's better to have one more friend than to offend someone," Nina interjected, trying to cover for her. "Yeah, Mr. York," Yvonne stood up, smiling at Nash. "I'm transitioning now. I used to be all about my art,

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

tightly clenched hand, Nash asked coldly, "When did

the

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