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    Gilda’s enthusiasm bubbled over as she animatedly tapped Chayce on the shoulder.


    “It’s been ages since west saw Miss Norah.


    I’m genuinely emotional about this reunion.”


    Chayce responded with his characteristic cool demeanor.


    “You had ample opportunity to visit her but chose not to.”


    “I’ve been swamped, alright?”


    Gilda defended herself with a roll of her eyes, adjusting her cor in anticipation of making a polished impression on the esteemeddy.


    Chayce couldn’t help but let out a snort of amusement.


    A sleek ck luxury car gracefully came to a halt at the entrance of the grand manor.


    The rear door swung open, unveiling a foot encased in a shimmering silver stiletto heel.


    A sophisticated gray dress cascaded down as the upant stepped out, leading the eye up to a visage of breathtaking allure.


    The woman, adorned in wless makeup, radiated sophistication, her bright eyes taking in her surroundings with keen interest.


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    Such a vision of loveliness she was.


    Gilda had always marveled at how Norah’s beauty seemed to encapste the finest features of her parents, branding her as a true paragon of beauty.


    Adorned and prepared for the day, Norah’s allure was even more pronounced.


    “Miss Norah!”


    Gilda called out as she swiftly closed the distance between them with enthusiasm.


    “Chayce and I have been here waiting for you for thest half hour. Your uncle’s family is already present.”


    Norah took a moment to observe Gilda and Chayce.


    It had been three years since their pathsst crossed, when they revealed to her the truth about her lineage as a Wilson.


    Back then, both appeared far less seasoned than the figures standing before her today.


    Over the years, they had matured, adopting a more refined demeanor.


    Despite Gilda’s youthful face and attire betraying her actual age, she was, in fact, several years Norah’s senior.


    “Gilda, Chayce, it’s been quite some time,” Norah greeted them warmly.


    “I haven’t seen you in so long, Gilda, yet you’ve managed to maintain your youthful and vibrant style,” sheplimented, noting Gilda’s whimsical fashion sense.


    “21 forever,” Gilda quipped with a grin, forming a heart with her fingers.


    “And look at you—bing ever more radiant.”


    “Chayce, a smile wouldn’t hurt.


    It’s been ages, and you’re still as stoic as ever, like a walking freezer.”


    Norah teased, noting the perpetually cool aura that Chayce emanated.


    Chayce responded with a hint of a smile, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, yet he remained silent.


    Norah, familiar with his reserved and quiet nature, couldn’t help but wonder about his dynamic with Gilda.


    How did Gilda manage to be with someone so boring? Wouldn’t their interactionsck excitement? But then, Norah remembered—they weren’t just partners in work or friends; they were a couple.


    Curious about the uing event, Norah shifted the conversation toward the more immediate matter at hand.


    “Gilda, fill me in on the banquet details.”


    “Absolutely, the banquet is a family-centric event, with the Wilson n at its heart.


    Your uncle is contemting a significant return to Glophia’s scene.


    What are your thoughts on this?”


    The Wilson lineage had once been a prominent force in Glophia.


    Following a period of national upheaval, they chose a more understated path to expansion, effectively bing a silent titan in the background.


    Norah hade to understand that the Wilson family’s fortunes, amassed over centuries, could very well rival or even exceed the wealth of the Scotts.


    Unlike the rtively recent ascendancy of the Scott family, the Wilsons boasted a legacy interwoven with Glophia’s historical tapestry, dating back over a hundred years.


    Norah was in favor of the Wilson family reiming its stature in Glophia.


    She recognized that the era and circumstances had evolved, necessitating a fresh strategy.


    The rationale behind her ancestors’ choice for privacy puzzled her; however, she believed it was time for the Wilsons to firmly root themselves in Glophia’sndscape without concealing their influence.


    She expressed her thoughts candidly.


    Gilda nodded in agreement.


    “Your father is actually on the same page.


    The n was already in motion even before the unfortunate ident urred while they were searching for you.”


    At the mention of her parents, Norah’s expression grew somber.


    She had been informed by Gilda and Chayce about her parents’ genuine affection for her and their relentless search, dispelling any doubts of neglect or abandonment.


    Their efforts to locate her spoke volumes about their love.


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