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    “Don’t touch me!”


    Before Belinda could get close, Cathy recoiled in rm and sought refuge in Kristopher’s embrace. “Stay away from me!”


    After she spoke, she lifted her tear-filled eyes to Kristopher and pleaded, “Kristopher, I don’t want her to touch the ne… Can you do it? She has already hurt me once.”


    “Okay.”


    As Kristopher gently removed the ne from Cathy, he nced at the woman with short hair and felt she looked increasingly familiar. Once he had removed the ne, he examined the small tag on it and raised his eyebrows. “Are you with Wildfield Design Studio?”


    Belinda paused for a moment, then nodded. “Yes.”


    He held the ne in his hand, studying it. Then he smiled. “Do you know a designer whose surname is Scott?”


    The designer with the surname Scott?


    Belinda’s brow furrowed. The first name that came to mind was Joyce Scott.


    Yet, she quickly doubted such a coincidence.


    Even though the Cox Group operated in the jewelry sector, they typically showcased works from well-known designers, owing to their reputation.


    For someone new and unknown like her, any submission to the Cox Group would likely end up discarded like trash.


    Could there be another designer named Scott at Wildfield Design Studio?


    With that thought, Belinda lowered her voice and shook her head. “I’ve only just started at the studio. I don’t really know my colleagues yet.”


    “So you’re a newbie,” Maggie sneered. “That exins theck of professionalism.”


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    “I’m sorry.”


    Trying to preserve her new job and the studio’s reputation, Belinda contained her frustration and offered a meek apology. “My mistake at work caused an unpleasant experience for both of you.”<fn0686> Content originallyes from find{n}ovel</fn0686>


    She then eyed the ne in Kristopher’s hand and added, “Mr. Cox, I’m due to finish work now.”


    She subtly urged Kristopher to hand back the ne quickly.


    Observing the woman with short hair who covered her face thoroughly, Kristopher felt a growing sense of familiarity.


    She hadn’t spoken before, but something about her seemed known. Now, hearing her speak, though her voice was unrecognizable, her tone…


    It reminded him of Belinda.


    Furthermore, her slim build and the rity of her eyes were just like Belinda’s…


    Suddenly, he was struck by the illusion that the woman before him was indeed Belinda.


    But that seemed impossible.


    Ever since he’d known Belinda, she had long hair.


    While he was in aatose state, she had told him one of her best friends hadplimented her long hair as her most beautiful feature. After her friend fell into aa, they lost touch. She didn’t know if her friend would ever awaken, but she…


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