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CHAPTER 37

Author: Angel
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-29 20:51:58

Vivian

Perfect 👌 this will deepen the tension and the history. I’ll revise Chapter 37 to weave in:

1. Banter → When Vincent drops Cameron’s name, Vivian presses him, and he plays it off cool (even though he’s clearly been paying too much attention).

2. Backstory → A memory/rumor-style recount of Daniel & Kim Soyeon’s past marriage, slipped in when Daniel’s name comes up in conversation at the gala, so Vivian has an inner reaction to it.

Here’s the updated draft:

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Chapter 37

The corridor felt colder after Daniel Han walked away.

No—Appa.

My chest still ached from the quiet hug, the faint warmth of his hand brushing my shoulder before he left without another word. It had been stiff, awkward, nothing like the father-daughter reunions I once daydreamed about. Yet something inside me rattled loose, like an old door unlatched after years of silence.

I slipped back into the exhibition hall, but the walls felt too white, the chatter too sharp. Everything blurred around me, too bright and
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 It’s been too long. I know I don’t have the right to ask anything of you, but if you’d like to meet, I’ll be at Blanc, Hotel Avron. Dinner. If you need more time, I’ll understand. If you never want to come, I’ll accept that too.Blanc wasn’t far. In fact, the cab I’d flagged outside Madam Bello’s shop was already heading in that direction before I forced myself to admit where I was going.“Change of stop,” I told the driver, my voice tight. “Hotel Avron.”By the time we pulled up outside Blanc, my palms were damp. I almost asked the driver to keep going. Almost.Inside, the restaurant was all glass and soft lighting, the kind of place that whispered wealth instead of shouting it. A hostess smiled and guided me toward the back corner. And there he was.Daniel Han.My father.He loo

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