Lionel shot a long, unreadable look at the silent Hannah before stepping into the elevator without a word. Sandra followed closely, positioning herself at his side. At a nod from Yves, Hannah entered next, retreating to the farthest corner by the control panel, putting as much distance as possible between herself and Lionel. Yves followed her in with a soft chuckle.


    On the ride up to the twenty-sixth floor, Yves kept up a lively conversation with Hannah, talking about everything from her preferences andw firm matters to the evening''s event schedule. At first, Hannah was stiff and unnatural, keenly aware of Lionel''s presence, but as they talked, she gradually forgot he was even there, bingpletely absorbed in their conversation.


    Sandra watched them, then nced up at Lionel. His face was an emotionless mask, but his eyes were locked on Hannah, boring into her as if trying to see into her very soul. It was a look Sandra had never seen on him before.


    "Oh my, Mr. Rosenberg, I do hope we weren''t disturbing you," Yves said, finally acknowledging the menacing stare he''d felt for the past several minutes. "My apologies, my apologies."


    A heavy silence filled the elevator. Hannah instinctively looked away, unwilling to meet Lionel''s gaze.


    The doors opened. Lionel strode out, pausing only as he passed Hannah to utter a single, cold word. "No."


    "Hannah, you know how he is. He''s not really angry with you, so don''t take it to heart,” Sandra said, hurrying to catch up with him. "Mr. Rosenberg, wait for me!"


    Yves crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow at Hannah. "Anyone would think they were a couple. She''s walking all over you, and you''re not even going to fight back?"


    Hannah stepped out of the elevator and watched their retreating backs. They walked close together, talking intimately. Just as Yves had said, anyone would assume they were a couple. But what did it matter if people knew or not?


    Her brow, which had been furrowed in thought, smoothed out. She looked at Yves. "Why should I fight back?"


    He tilted his head, confused.


    "I''m divorcing him," she said with a sense of release and walked toward the ballroom. "Mi Lancaster the event is about to start. Shall we?"


    Yves didn''t press for details, just


    raised an eyebrow. "Just don''t let


    affect your work. A


    a resort fork. As said, this isn''t


    resort for you to lick your wounds."


    "I understand, Mr. Lancaster."


    "Good." Yves winked, a slight smile ying on his lips as he followed her into the grand hall.


    The ballroom was already buzzing with people. The moment Yves entered, he was surrounded.


    "Mr. Lancaster, isn''t that Ms. Hannah Green?" someone asked, recognizing her. "Has she joined the Keystone Group?"


    "She has," Yves announced. "From today on, Ms. Green is with us. Make a note of it."


    "Oh, what a shame! I sent her an invitation the moment I heard she had resigned. guess I was too slow."


    "Same here! But I can understand her choosing the Keystone Group over us."


    Thepliments flew, and Hannah


    was stunned. Was this really how


    others saw her? For so lo


    she had


    been gued by self-doubt, never truly confident in her own abilities.


    "Lionel, it seems like Hannah has really changed since joining the Keystone Group," Sandra murmured.