"M? M?"


    The sudden voice in her ear snapped her back to reality.


    "Yes, I''m listening."


    M suppressed the turmoil of her thoughts and continued discussing the coboration with Miranda. Finally, she asked softly, "Is there anything I need to do on my end?"


    "Just take care of yourself!" Miranda assured her, "I''ll handle the rest as quickly as I can!"


    As the call ended, M found herself unable to focus for a long time.


    Forest Team... that name.


    ...


    Several years ago, in theputerb.


    M sat in front of theputer, her eyes full of wonder as she stared at the intricate lines of raw code on the screen.


    "Incredible!"


    "Forrest, you''re an absolute genius!"


    "Once this model isplete, you''ll be a sensation in the Al world! You could very well be a leader in the industry!"


    The young man standing beside her, tall and vibrant, smiled brightly at her words, his voice gentle yet strong.


    "Mimi. You''ve witnessed this journey and supported me all along. Once this model is done, let''s name it after us-''Forest Team'' and ''FM Group,'' what do you think?"


    Back then, M was caught off guard and a bit shy, but she mustered the courage not to refuse.


    She said, "Alright."


    But things changed too quickly after that. The budding, unspoken feelings of youth were easily swept away, shattered by the relentless waves of reality.


    Years have passed since their parting.


    If it truly is him... M found herself unsure of how she would face him. An inexplicable fear rose within her.


    On the sofa, she hugged her knees tightly, burying her face against them, remaining still. Any movement would tug at her aching heart, evoking an indescribable emotion.


    In the study.


    Giselle pushed the door open and stepped inside, scanning the room casually before freezing in ce.


    In the corner of the study, awkwardly out of ce, was a ck suitcase with an airport security tag still attached.


    Puzzled, she asked, "Are you going somewhere? Why didn''t you tell me?"


    "No."


    Lysander nced at the suitcase, his expression unreadable, and asked, "What''s up?"


    Carrying her bag, Giselle walked over, pulled up a chair, and sat close to Lysander at the desk.


    She pulled out a stack of documents from her bag and ced them on the table.


    "We''ve set a meeting with the Forest Team. These are the documents you asked me to prepare for the negotiation; you''ll need to review them yourself. Since you haven''t been to the officetely, I had toe here to find you."


    Lysander epted the papers with a smile, "Thanks for your hard work, Giselle."


    Giselle leaned in closer, her smile deepening, "You know I''d do anything for you, but not going to the office isn''t ideal. You..."


    "Let me wrap things up here first."


    Before Giselle could finish, Lysander interrupted, "There''s a lot going on at home right now. Once I sort things out, I''lle by. Besides, with you at Falcon Technologies, I have nothing to worry about."


    He gently patted Giselle''s hand, his smile warm.


    Giselle understood the matters upying his time, her heart heavy with concern,


    but she chose not to voice it, simply nodding with a smile.


    "Remember to stop by my ce in the evenings; you''ve been visiting less frequentlytely."


    "Yes, I''ll remember."


    Lysander thought for a moment and said, "I''ve been busy these days. Let Adrian Montgomery spend more time with you and your parents."


    Giselle brightened, "Alright."