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    “Ah, mere rumors. They don’t ruffle my feathers. Your agitation outweighs mine, it seems.”


    Norah’s demeanor suddenly shifted, her figure gently pressing into Sean’s for support.


    Inside the car, a steady breeze from the air conditioner maintained afortable atmosphere, warding off any hint of stifling heat.


    “No worries. Let them weave their tales. I’m rather intrigued to witness their creativity,” Norah remarked with a hint of amusement.


    Over time, the vast expanse of Norah’s past had been unearthed by the relentless digging of online sleuths. She stood as the illegitimate daughter of the Wilson family, her marriage with the Carter family secured through connections, only to find herself discarded by themter. Yet, the information circting had grown stale in the streets of Glophia.


    Sean’s gaze darkened, his eyes clouding with concern.


    “The PR team is putting in extra hours. They’re trying to contain the news about you.”


    His words hung heavy in the air, his demeanor chilly. The spreaders of rumors seemed oblivious to any repercussions, showing no regard for Sean or his esteemed family.


    “Let’s not burden the staff,” Norah murmured softly, mindful of the strain on thoseboring into the night. She imagined their frustration,pelled to toil beyond the call of duty.


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    Phillip interjected, a note of practicality in his tone.


    “They’repensated for the extra effort. Double pay made it appealing.”


    Despite Sean’s reputation as a tireless worker, he governed with a calm efficiency, his leadership unwavering even in the face of turmoil.


    For thepany’s employees, overtime was a rare urrence, reserved for moments of dire necessity.


    Norah hesitated briefly before responding, her words measured.


    “That’s good, but let’s not overburden them.”


    Rumors had dogged her steps before, but thistest barrage begged the question: what drove the orchestrator to target her?


    Gil and Jamison’s suspicions, though spective, hinted at a sinister motive. Were they orchestrating a campaign to undermine her, pushing for her resignation ahead of the impending exchange program?


    While Norah remained unperturbed by the prospect, she recognized the ripple effect it could have among her colleagues.


    “Darling, I’ll be embarking on a three-month exchange program at Silverdale’s Concord Hospital next month,” Norah said to Sean, her announcement punctuated by a sense of urgency as the itinerary had just been confirmed.


    “I’ll be stationed at that hospital for the duration,” she added.


    Sean’s response was swift.


    “Phillip mentioned earlier that my presence is required for several projects in Silverdale.”


    While waiting for the traffic light to change, Phillip pondered the situation.


    “Yeah, but those projects got rejected…”


    “I think it makes sense for us to go to Silverdale and talk about those projects. You gather everything we need, and we’ll n a trip there next month,” Sean suggested.


    “But maybe it won’t take three months…”


    Phillip muttered, resigning himself to going along with whatever Sean decided.


    Norah knew what was on Sean’s mind.


    “Darling, you don’t have toe to Silverdale for me. I’ll be back in three months,” she said, trying to reassure him. Sean had a lot on his tepared to her, managing severalpanies all on his own. ording to Phillip, Sean used to workte often, but since being with her, he had started to prioritize a healthier work-life bnce.


    Norah was adamant about sparing Sean from unnecessary strain. With thepany teeming with tasks, she saw no reason for him to join her on the extended trip to Silverdale.


    “I’ve got everything under control. Just focus on looking after yourself,” Sean said firmly, his resolve unwavering.


    He was ustomed to managing his duties from anywhere and had no intention of leaving Norah’s side.


    “And this weekend, I’m whisking you away somewhere special. You can’t back out; you promised,” he added with a yful glint in his eye.


    Norah nodded in agreement, quickly consulting her schedule.


    “Can we make it in the afternoon?”


    With her morning meticulously nned, she anticipated a free afternoon if all went ording to schedule.


    “Sure thing.”


    After her shower, Norah emerged from the bathroom, towel-drying her hair. Casting a nce around, she noticed Alice sitting in the living room, her expression tinged with concern.


    “Norah, if anything’s on your mind, please let me know.”


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