At Tasmond International Airport, a tall vostus in a red dress stood tear the arrival gate, gripping her phone tightly.


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    Her light brown curls framed her striking features, and her bery, bold outfit made her stand out in the crowd. She was impossible to


    Plenty of passing travelers stole second nces at her since she got off the ne, and their gazes were filled with interest. However, she didn''t pay


    From the moment she stepped of the ne, her eyes had been glued to her phone, as if waiting for a message that still hadn''te.


    A pair of oversized sunsses covered her eyes, hisling the impatience and faint unease lurking beneath.


    Next to her, a well-dressed middle-aged woman studied her expression before asking, “Julian hasn''t responded yet?"


    "Noge" Roseanne''s voice was low. She kept her faceposed, but there was a clear trace of dissatisfaction beneath her calin exterior, along with a Junt of anxiety she wasn''t willing to acknowledge


    The woman beside her hesitated before suggesting. "Julian is always busy. Maybe he just hasn''t seen your message yet. Why don''t you try calling