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    After taking two days to rest, Brian felt much improved.


    When he was ready to leave, he naturally assumed Rachel woulde with him. But Rachel shook her head. “This project is the culmination of our team’s effort. I’d like to stay a bit longer to ensure we can finalize the deal before I go back.”


    “Do you really think you won’t need my help?”


    “I’m quite fond of this design, and I’m eager to tackle it by myself.”


    “Remember to look after your health,” Brian said. “Andy off the alcohol.”


    “Understood,” Rachel replied.


    After Brian left, Rachel focused on making the most of this opportunity. Since herst coboration with Kern hadn’t worked out, she was actively looking for a new partner.


    Admittedly, the task was challenging, but she quickly found a potential opportunity.


    She discovered that the Synergy Group was organizing a jewelry design contest where entries were judged solely on their quality, offering recognition for outstanding designs.


    Determined, she threw herself into the venture. Her team worked tirelessly and developed a collection named Dance of Blossoms.


    Throughout the project, Trey was especially supportive, gathering valuable information about Synergy Group’s founder, Andres Garrett, who had extensive international experience.


    In the office, as Samira fiddled with a pencil, her curiosity was piqued. “Trey, isn’t there even one picture of Mr. Garrett?”


    “No, not one,” Trey responded.


    “People are raving about how hot he is. I wanted to see for myself!” Samira said, her gaze distant and dreamy.


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    With augh, Rachel replied, “Focus on the task at hand. Win this contract, and you’ll meet him face-to-face.”


    “You’re absolutely right! Let’s put in our best effort!”


    Later that evening, as Rachel was leaving work, she was surprised to find Yvonne by the entrance.


    Yvonne was strikingly dressed in a chic crop top that entuated her sleek midriff, her hair elegantly draped over her shoulders, exuding a sultry allure. She leaned effortlessly against a Rolls-Royce Phantom, her sunsses adding a touch of mour atop her head.


    As Rachel approached, Yvonne clicked her high heels toward her and embraced her warmly. “Babe, you’re finally out!”


    “Have you been waiting long?” Rachel asked, caught off guard by Yvonne’s unexpected appearance.


    It was a surprise visit, as Yvonne hadn’t hinted ating.


    “Just got here,” Yvonne replied, giving the sleek car a fond pat. “Drove this all the way over.”


    That Rolls-Royce, housed in Norton’s garage, was his most valued and luxurious vehicle.


    Rachel was visibly shocked.


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