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    “It seems we don’t share anymon interests with Miss Morris. Let’s say goodbye.”


    She checked her phone; Sean had texted that he would be down in about five minutes.


    She got to her feet. “Susanna, let’s take a walk.” It was obvious she didn’t want to talk to Amabel any longer.


    “Wow, Miss Wilson, acting like you’re Sean’s wife already? Trying to boss Susanna around before you’re even married to her brother? She hasn’t agreed to go out with you.”


    Susanna was caught in the middle, Amabel had grabbed one hand, and Norah the other.


    Standing there, Susanna looked unsure, her hands held up by both.


    “Um, I’d rather listen to Norah. Amabel, please let go.” She yanked her hand free from Amabel’s grip. “Spencer is right. Norah treats me well. It’s not about bossing me around as you mentioned. Norah and I are just friends.” She linked arms with Norah, her pride evident.


    Susanna was proud to be Norah’s friend.


    Amabel was feeling down after several people, including her younger brother, spoke against her, causing her expression to darken. “Mr. Morris, I’ll head back and wait for your good news,” said Coen tteringly.


    “Sure, Mr. Powell. We’ll send the contract over in a few days.”


    “Mrs. Powell, your skin looks wonderful. Where do you get your skincare treatments? My face gets so rough during the summer.”


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    “I know a great salon. We should make an appointment together sometime.”


    The voices of the middle-aged men and women in the corridor got louder as they approached. Coen and Rhoda noticed Norah and Susanna standing there. They thought of Madeline, who was still in the hospital, and felt a pang of worry.


    It was bad enough running into them before lunch; bumping into them again after was just as awkward. They avoided making eye contact, feeling unlucky.


    Everett Morris, the father of Spencer and Amabel, smiled. “No wonder Aydan always speaks so highly of you. It’s nice to hear you dine with us.”


    Coen nodded repeatedly. “Mr. Morris, I’m very impressed, and I look forward to working with you.”


    If it weren’t for the fact that he had given a lot of money to Aydan, he wouldn’t have had the chance to meet such a big shot as Everett. But he believed the money was well spent. If the cooperation went well, he could earn even more.


    Kylee Morris, Everett’s wife, called out to her children, “Spencer, Amabel, why have you not left yet? Who are thesedies?”


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