The moment she answered, his deep, angry voice came through the line.


    "Get over here and report for your first day. Don''t cause any more trouble for me!" Before Hannah could respond, he hung up.


    Tess, sitting close by, had heard every word. She knew Hannah''s marriage was unhappy, but she hadn''t realized it was this bad.


    "Men are all the same once they get sessful!" she fumed, her anger rising on Hannah''s behalf. "If you hadn''t saved him, he would have died on the street. He wouldn''t be some big-shot Mr. Lionel Rosenberg! That bastard, he''ll get what''sing to him!"


    Hannah handed her a tissue. "You''re right, he will. Don''t waste your anger on him."


    Tess looked at Hannah through tear-filled eyes. She had hoped Hannah could mediate, but now...


    “Hannah, I''ll handle this myself. I wasn''t the one who posted it. I have nothing to hide. It''s not like he owns the whole city!"


    Hannah managed a weary smile. "I''ll talk to him. Your time is too valuable to be wasted on this."


    Tess was reluctant to put her in a difficult position, but after some persuasion, she agreed.


    Shortly after, Tess received a call from her boss and had to leave.


    Coincidentally, the man who had been spreading rumors about Yves arrived. He spotted Hannah and excitedly pulled out a Proid camera, asking for her autograph.


    "My idol! Wow, I can''t believe I''m seeing you in person today."


    Hannah and Yves exchanged confused nces.


    Realizing that Hannah was there as Yves''wyer, the man decided toe clean.


    "If I had known you were friends with


    Mr. Lancaster, I never would have


    ''e''


    taken this job,” he said, leaning in conspiratorially. "I''ll be straight with you. It was your cousin, York Lancaster, who hired me He wanted to create some bad press to bring you down a notch."


    At the mention of the name, Yves understood. Seeing that the man had confessed


    out of respect for Hannah and had promised to stop, he decided not to press charges.


    "Ms. Green, you''re my lucky star. You just show up, and my problems solve themselves," Yves teased.


    "I remember York. He was the one in charge of this division before you, right?" Hannah asked.


    The change in leadership had


    happened around the same time Lionel returned to the Rosenberg family. She had heard about it, but her focus had been on Lionel. All she knew was that wes was a brilliant. businessman who had effortlessly ousted his cousin.


    Yves'' long fox-like eyes glinted with amusement. "Which means, MS, Green, that you''re going to be very** busy from now on. The contract is signed. It''s toote to run."


    Hannah gave a wry smile and said nothing more.


    They left the café, and Yves, ever the gentleman, opened the passenger door for her.


    Hannah was about to thank him when she looked up and saw two figures emerging from a dessert shop across the street.


    It was Lionel and his assistant, Owen, who was carrying arge, beautifully packaged bag.


    Owen saw her first, his eyes widening in surprise before he quickly nced at Lionel.


    Lionel''s gaze followed, his brow furrowing in a mixture of confusion and annoyance when he saw Hannah.


    Yves, wondering why Hannah had frozen, noticed them as well. Unfazed, he


    waved cheerfully. "Mr. Rosenberg, fancy seeing you here! Buying sweets for a


    special someone?"


    Hannah cringed.