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“Ms. Watson, what an extraordinary coincidence to encounter you in this ce,” he remarked, casting a brief nce toward Chris standing beside her.<fnad63> This text is hosted at ?ovelFind</fnad63>
Chris was surprised to see Hurst but kept hisposure. He knew that while Hurst often participated in charitable activities, he typically appeared only when the media were present to document the event, delegating most of the actual work to his professional team. On those asions, Hurst would specifically invite reporters to capture and broadcast such demonstrations of kindness.
Yet as Chris scanned the area, he detected no sign of media coverage whatsoever.
“This truly is an unexpected coincidence. I never anticipated that you would be the one conducting charitable work here, Mr. Cooper.” Maia’s voice carried warmth and genuine appreciation. She had always maintained…
She had always held positive feelings about Hurst, and now she witnessed a side of his character unknown to the public.
What struck her most was Hurst’s genuine assistance to the impoverished residents of the slums. Along the way, she had overheard countless people praising his dedication.
Maia realized this wasn’t his first visit, nor did he resemble those who performed charity only for the cameras. Theplete absence of reporters confirmed his sinceremitment to helping the disadvantaged.
From Maia’s lighthearted tone, Hurst sensed he had won her approval.
“Simply contributing what I can offer,” he replied, brushing off the praise with a casual gesture. “I regrly organize charitable activities because my wealthes from society. I cannot focus exclusively on profit; I must also give back and work to improve the living conditions of Wront’s residents.”
“Beautifully expressed!” Royce burst into enthusiastic apuse. “Mr. Cooper, you truly embody greatness!”
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His pping inspired the nearby crowd to join in, voicing their praise for Hurst’s charitable efforts. The atmosphere turned vibrant and celebratory.
Chris’s eyes darkened with contemtion.
Meanwhile, Maia felt herself drawn to the appeal of helping others, Hurst’s words echoing through her mind. She focused on him and asked with humble curiosity, “Mr. Cooper, I’m eager to be involved in charitable work myself. Would you share any guidance?”
“Absolutely.” Hurst’s smile broadened as he gestured to the volunteers behind him. “Would you like some firsthand experience right now? You could help me distribute these supplies, and I’ll give you a thorough overview of charitable work, including details about the organizations operating throughout Wront.”
He reached toward his assistant, retrieved a volunteer armband, and extended it to Maia.
“I would be absolutely delighted to join your efforts,” Maia dered, epting the armband before turning to Chris. “You should help as well.”
Inside the Cooper Group headquarters, the conference room felt heavier than usual.
Kiley let her eyes sweep across the long table before she spoke in a low voice. “I want to know what everyone thinks about the crisis we’re facing now.” Her words hung in the air, and most of the senior executives dropped their gaze without speaking.
A handful of experienced board members, however, lifted their heads and fixed their eyes on her.
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