Love at First Novel by Gu Lingfei

"Alright," Spencer replied warmly. "I'll send you my location now. We'll catch up when you get here."

He ended the call and quickly sent Abby his location.

Abby and Evan followed the directions and spent over ten minutes navigating the bustling airport before finally spotting Spencer.

"Brother Spencer!" Abby called out excitedly, her face lighting up as she ran toward him.

Evan, trailing a few steps behind, took in the man Abby was so eager to see. Spencer looked to be around his age, maybe a year or two older. He exuded an air of refinement, dressed in a tailored gray suit without a tie, giving him the appearance of a polished, successful professional.

From what Abby had shared, Evan already knew his rival was a senior executive at a prominent multinational corporation. Now that Spencer had been assigned to oversee domestic operations in Huyoniville, it was clear he was exceptionally skilled in both business and leadership.

On top of that, Spencer's mother and Mrs. Du were lifelong friends, and Spencer had been Mrs. Du's godson for years. Abby had known Spencer since childhood, and their families had always hoped to unite them through marriage.

Seeing Spencer in person only heightened Evan's unease. The man seemed to have everything-a stellar career, close ties to the Du family, and a long-standing connection with Abby.

love, he needed to focus on deepening her feelings for him. That was his only advantage. If Abby's heart belonged to him, Spencer, no matter how accomplished, would stand no

to Spencer in most areas

not to be left

Spencer embraced warmly, their bond evident in the way Spencer lifted her slightly off the ground and spun her in a smal circle before setting her back down. Their laughter echoed as they greeted each other like

felt a pang of jealousy as Spencer smiled at

since the last time I saw you," Spencer said, his tone

laughed, brushing off his praise with a playful roll of her

always be the little girl who used to trail behind him and Victoria, tagging along no matter where they went. She was younger than them by several years, and whenever they went out to play, she would cry until someone let her come along. Back then,

shifted their focus to international

turned into a brotherly fondness. He began to treasure Abby as his "little sister," sending her gifts and calling

woman. He had heard from their families that Abby had

ignore the subtle nudging from his family. His mother had been

best friends for decades, both hoped