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The Scent of 54

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    Celeste withdrew her gaze as Yandel and the others called her over to help answer some technical questions. Without giving Trevor another thought, she turned away and walked over to them.


    <b>Just </b>as she turned, Miles noticed her.


    At that moment, Wynn had walked over to Harvey, separating from Trevor.


    Miles nudged Trevor in the side with his elbow and motioned in Celeste’s direction. “Over there–your wife is here too.”


    Trevor followed his gesture and looked over. He spotted Celeste.


    She was holding a tablet and standing slightly to the side while exining the technical concepts of an exhibit to Yandel and the others.


    Celeste and Yandel were deeply engaged in their discussion. They werepletely unaware of Trevor’s gaze..


    Miles paused for a moment beforementing, “Who are those people with your wife? Is she exining the core technology of the exhibit to them? Is your wife actually this skilled?”


    Trevor kept his gaze fixed on Celeste, neither looking away nor speaking.


    At that moment, as if sensing something, Celeste nced over.


    Their eyes met across the distance.


    Celeste hesitated briefly.


    The distance was a little too far, making it difficult to discern the emotions in Trevor’s eyes. But she noticed that he seemed to… smile slightly.


    Was he smiling at her? She was probably overthinking it.


    Feeling puzzled, Celeste withdrew her gaze.


    Miles noticed too and asked, “What are you smiling about?


    Trevor chuckled. “Nothing.”


    Miles didn’t dwell on it. He raised an eyebrow when he saw how calm Celeste looked when she noticed them- especially when she saw Trevor.


    She was as indifferent as if she were looking at a stranger.


    He couldn’t tell whether she was still ying hard to get or if she was simply being tactful.


    If it was thetter, then considering that Trevor was unwilling to publicly acknowledge their marriage, she had been keeping her distance from him at both the banquet and now at the expo.


    She hadn’t left the slightest trace of their rtionship for others to notice.


    He had to admit–at least in this regard–Celeste was quite perceptive.


    At that moment, Wynn walked over. “What are you two talking about?”


    Miles reacted quickly. He smiled. “Nothing.” Then he asked, “Are you done?”


    Before Wynn could answer, someone approached with Bryson and introduced her. “Professor Leonard, this is the


    algorithm genius I was telling you about. This is Ms. Locket”


    Bryson was the same expert whom Matthias had introduced to Celeste at the banquet.


    That night, when Wynn had approached Matthias, Bryson had been present.


    However, he had a rather unremarkable appearance, and Wynn had attended the banquet with a different purpose. She hadn’t been interested inworking with technology experts.


    As a result, she didn’t pay attention to him at all.


    Now, upon meeting him again, she naturally didn’t recognize him.


    That night, Wynn and Matthias had seemed to have an unpleasant exchange, but Bryson had been engrossed in his conversation with Celeste and hadn’t paid much attention to it. Later, he hadn’t inquired about it either.


    Seeing Wynn now, he didn’t bring up the past. Instead, he simply smiled and extended his hand. “Hello, Ms. Locket.”


    “Hello,” Wynn responded politely.


    The Locket family’s techpany was in urgent need of skilled talent. Knowing Bryson’s background, Wynn remained respectful. Even Harvey made a point toe over and greet him.


    Afterward, Wynn and Bryson began chatting.


    With so many exhibits around them, there was plenty to discuss, and their conversationsted quite a while.


    Harvey and Lennox, however, didn’t understand technology at all.
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