Hannah pretended not to hear him, gritting her teeth and pushing against the door with all her might.


    Lionel hadn''t expected this kind of reception after flying all this way to find her.


    "Hannah!"


    He shoved the door open. Unprepared for his sudden force, Hannah stumbled back several steps, nearly falling.


    He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. His deep eyes scanned the room before he walked into the bathroom to check it as well.


    The atmosphere in the room grew tense.


    Seeing him act as if he were trying to catch a cheater, Hannah sneered. "Don''t assume everyone is like you, bringing people back to their hotel room for the night."


    She noticed the flicker of anger in his eyes but continued calmly, "What are you doing here? To take me back? Lionel, get a grip. Stop being so ridiculous."


    Lionel returned to the living area and sat on the sofa, crossing his long legs. There were dark circles under his eyes, a clear sign of a sleepless night.


    "Besides money, what else does he want?" he asked.


    Hannah paused, taking a moment to process his question.


    She stood to the side, her left hand gripping her right arm. "Are you genuinely asking because you want me to leave the Keystone Group, or are you afraid I''l leak Rosenberg Group secrets?"


    "I told you before, things are about to get messy for the Lancaster family. Why are you so determined to get involved? Do you really think Yves is a good guy? If you''re looking for a backer, you can forget it. He can barely save himself!"


    Lionel''s jaw tightened, his gaze sharp and intense. "You tell him ten million is impossible, but I can offer them the chip technology I''m currently developing, free of charge."


    Although Hannah didn''t know the specifics of technology development, she knew that something like this had to be a top-secret project. And yet...


    For a split second, her resolve wavered.


    Could it be that she still held some small ce in his heart?


    Hannah pressed her lips together. Just as she was about to speak, Lionel''s special ringtone for Sandra went off.


    He stood up out of habit and walked to the balcony to take the call, his back to her-a practiced routine to ensure she couldn''t overhear a single word of their private conversations.


    Her wavering heart turned to stone once more.


    Her gaze fell, her expression lifeless. She grabbed a change of clothes and went into the bathroom.


    When Hannah finished getting ready and came out, Lionel was still on the phone on the balcony. A wave of Without nausea washed over her. a word, she left the room and went downstairs for breakfast.


    When Lionel finished his call and found Hannah gone, his first instinct was to call her, only to remember he was still blocked.


    He red at his phone, let out an annoyed sigh, and walked out of the room.


    Hannah arrived at thepany, reported in, and joined her new team in the conference room.


    After a busy morning, the team decided to go out for lunch to give Hannah a proper wee.


    The moment they entered the restaurant, Hannah spotted him at a nearby table.


    If her colleagues hadn''t spontaneously chosen this ce, she would have sworn Lionel had nted a tracking device on her. The coincidence was just too uncanny.


    "Hannah, with your skills, why did you start at that small firm instead ofing straight to Keystone?" a female colleague asked curiously.


    Ignoring the man at the next table, Hannah smiled wryly. “Because I was with a scumbag who really did a number on my confidence I was convinced I wasn''t good enough for a major firm, so I went to a smaller one to build up my skills."