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    This wouldn’t bother Nora, though. She’d already taught him everything he needed to know. It was entirely up to him to master it.


    Back in the car, Nora’s smile was like a Cheshire cat’s, her eyes sparkling with mischief.


    “Sean, thanks to you, I raked in a cool million and a half tonight. Here, give me your bank ount number—fifty grand ising your way.”


    “Appreciate it, but no thanks,” Sean replied, his deep voice echoing in the car.


    “You earned it because of your skills. I had nothing to do with it.”


    “But I wouldn’t have even been able topete without your car,” Nora countered, determined to pay him.


    “Honey, you don’t need to spell it out for me,” Sean said, his voice softening. Nora froze. “Honey?”


    His sudden use of such an intimate term caught her off guard. Sean kept his eyes fixed on the road, his expression unreadable. “Every celebrity holds a special ce in their fans’ hearts, don’t they? I like to call you ‘Honey’. Can’t I do that?” A strange feeling bloomed in Nora’s chest.


    She tried to suppress it. “Even if you are a fan,” she said sternly, “it’s not appropriate to use such an intimate word. I have a responsibility to set a good example for my fans. I have to give you what you deserve.”


    Her voice hardened. “So, hand over your ount number. This is something you’ve earned.”


    Sean knew arguing further would only make things awkward. He quickly rattled off a string of digits.


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    “Here’s my ount number if you insist.”


    He was cleverly using this opportunity to diffuse the tension.


    He turned his head slightly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Looks like there’s no pen or paper, though. Seems fate has other ns for my ount number.”


    Nora burst intoughter, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She nced around the car, and there it was—a pen lying casually on the seat. But how could there be a pen without paper?


    “It’s okay. I memorized it,” she said confidently. Without missing a beat, she quickly rattled off the string of numbers Sean had just given her, each digit wlessly in ce.


    Sean nced at her in surprise. Nora’s memory was impressive. Despite how quickly he had recited the numbers, she had memorized every single one.


    “I’ll transfer the money to you as soon as I have it. Thank you for tonight,” Nora said, her voice sincere and grateful.


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