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    “Tell me! What’s really going on?”


    “Mrs. Wall, I heard… Three years ago, Alex frequently visited Sadie and seemed to often take care of her…”


    “Care? What kind of care? When a man and a woman are alone, what could they be doing?!” Isabel erupted, her anger spilling over. “Noah must divorce her!”


    Outside the mall, Alex’s concern was evident. “Sadie, are you alright?”


    Sadie inhaled deeply, steadying herself, and mustered a weak smile. “I’m fine.”


    They walked in silence until Sadie broke it. “How did you find me here?”


    Alex paused, then chose honesty. “I saw the news about your studio’s designs being leaked online. I was concerned about you, so I came to see if you were alright. Your assistant mentioned you were at Hermes… What happened?”


    Sadie chuckled dryly. “The usual schemes. But I won’t be brought down so easily.”


    Isabel’s words echoed in her mind, causing a sharp pain in her heart. “Get in the car. I’ll take you home,” Alex offered softly, pulling Sadie from her reverie.


    Sadie nodded, slipped into the car, and closed the door behind her. The ride home was quiet.


    Breaking the silence, Sadie suddenly asked, “Alex, do you know where Mrs. Lawrence often goes?”


    Alex blinked, surprised by the question. “Mrs. Lawrence? The wife of the Lawrence Group CEO?” Sadie nodded in confirmation.


    “I heard she’s quite fond of limited-edition handbags, and I happen to have one she’s been searching for. I thought I’d try my luck and see if I can meet with her.”


    “I do know a few of her favorite spots…” Alex shared a list of ces, which Sadie noted carefully.


    Over the next few days, Sadie embarked on a thorough quest, visiting each venue Alex mentioned, hoping for a chance encounter. Her determination paid off. At a high-end art gallery, she finally crossed paths with Leanna.


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    “Mrs. Lawrence, hello. I’m Sadie,” Sadie introduced herself with polite assertiveness.


    Leanna gave her a brief look, her response brusque. “I know who you are, the one whose designs have been leaked. If this is about work, you should speak with my husband.”


    Her voice was frosty, signaling herck of interest in further discussion. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Sadie produced the Hermes bag.


    “I heard you appreciate this style, so I brought it for you.”


    Leanna’s attention shifted to the bag, her expression revealing a hint of surprise, though she quickly masked it. She checked her watch.


    “I’ll give you five minutes.”


    Sadie’s excitement grew.


    “Mrs. Lawrence, in addition to this bag, I have another gift for you,” Sadie continued withposure, retrieving a design portfolio from her bag.


    “I’m truly sorry about the leak. To rectify that and to demonstrate my sincerity, I’ve created new drafts and also crafted an extra set…” She paused, gauging Leanna’s reaction. Seeing no interruption, she continued. “I understand that your ten-year wedding anniversary with Mr. Lawrence is approaching, and I’ve taken the liberty of designing a special collection to mark the asion. I hope these can serve as a token of my apologies and goodwill from my studio.”


    Leanna finally showed some interest. She picked up the portfolio and began flipping through its pages. With each page turned, Sadie’s heart raced faster.


    The portfolio was the culmination of her tireless efforts over the past few days. When Leanna finished, she ced the portfolio back on the table, her expression unreadable.


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