Chapter 74

The next morning, Brielle had barely stepped into the department when she felt a glare so intense it could bore holes. She turned and caught sight of Emily, lurking in a corner. Emily’s lips were pursed, her hands clenched around her cell phone as if it were a lifeline.

Initially, Brielle thought she was imagining things until lunch break, when Patrick sauntered onto her floor, and that feeling of being watched intensified.

“Ms. Brielle,” Patrick began, “Dorsey International will be collaborating with Hartley Group, and Mr. Flynn might drop by in person. He specifically requested to meet with you and hopes you’ll join him for the occasion.”

Glancing at her planner, Brielle noted her schedule was jam–packed. Without a manager promotion yet, she was bogged down with all the minutiae.

“When’s the date?”

“In a month’s time. Mr. Flynn had a message for you.”

“What’s the message?”

Brielle hadn’t expected Flynn to remember someone as

intrigued by your three principles of cognition and hopes to discuss certain

How should one live their life? Was the pursuit of happiness more justifiable than upholding duty?

Flynn, he would probably genuinely engage in such

“Sure, I’ll be there.”

out of Beaconsfield for the next three days. If you need anything, Ms. Brielle,

as good as openly sharing Max’s private itinerary. The pen in Brielle’s fingers paused,

“Alright.”

disappointment flickered through her. She lowered her gaze

The building was still brightly lit, casting reflections on the giant glass screens amidst the myriad

In this concrete jungle, even the

a cold breeze hit her. Footsteps

over her, quickly replaced by warmth as a black suit jacket was draped over her shoulders. Startled,

the other end, then walked out with Patrick in tow. His strides were long, and in no time, he was a dozen meters ahead, his silhouette

in the shadow of

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