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    The car door swung open.


    Ss unfolded his long legs and stepped out. He nced up at the Cooper Group tower and gave the waiting crowd a practiced, charming wave.


    Two reporters rushed forward, cameras clicking instantly. Only then did Raegan emerge from the back seat, sunsses shielding her eyes, and slip her arm through his.


    “Let’s go,” she said. “I’ll introduce you to the most powerful woman in Wront right now—Kiley Cooper, CEO of the Cooper Group.”


    “I’d be honored, Miss Foster,” Ss replied politely.


    News of Ss’s arrival in Wront spread like wildfire.


    He had no shortage of fans in the city, and the buzz was enough to send them into a frenzy. Online, “Ss Court Arrives in Wront” shot straight to the top of trending topics.


    Netizens spected endlessly—was he here to film a movie? On vacation?


    Many pointed out the timing: Ss showing up in Wront now almost certainly meant he’d be attending the Cooper Group’s uing charity g. Ss hadn’t mentioned it on social media or in any public statement, but the coincidence was too perfect to ignore.


    Meanwhile, inside the Cooper Group’s boardroom…


    Kiley shook Ss’s hand with a warm smile. “Mr. Court, here’s to a sessful partnership.”


    Ss offered a gracious reply. “Your vision is remarkable, Ms. Cooper. I have no doubt this will be a wonderful coboration.”


    After he left, Kiley walked over to Raegan and gently lifted her chin with one finger. “Raegan… I never imagined you’d actually bring Mr. Court himself.”


    Raegan held her gaze. “I only wanted to help you. That’s all. Mr. Court’s sister and I were college ssmates—we’ve stayed close… so…”


    Before she could finish, Kiley pulled her into a tight embrace. “Raegan.” Kiley searched her eyes. “Meeting you has been my luck. Thank you—for everything.”


    “No thanks are needed between us,” Raegan said softly, returning the smile. “Meeting you has been my luck as well. Sometimes… I even wish you were a man.”


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    “Oh? Do you mean that?” Kiley leaned in close, her lips brushing Raegan’s ear as she whispered, “You truly think so?”


    Raegan didn’t answer. Instead, she held Kiley’s gaze—deep and unreadable, like a stillke hiding its depths. Sometimes, even she couldn’t decipher what thoughtsy behind those eyes.


    “I see sincerity in your eyes,” Kiley said softly. Then, unexpectedly, she stepped back, putting distance between them. “On the surface, our n seems wless… yet something feels off. I can’t shake this feeling.”


    Raegan’s brow furrowed. “Which part worries you? Haven’t we gone over every detail again and again? Even if things go sideways, we have contingencies. And even if Mr. M—the man behind Maia—shows up, we’ve already ounted for that…”


    “That’s not it,” Kiley interrupted, shaking her head. “It’s a gut instinct I can’t exin. I’ve never felt this way before.” She paused, then added quietly, “Maia’s been far too quiettely—so quiet it’s as if she doesn’t even exist.”


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