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Emma, sensing Georgina's unease, attempted to reassure her, saying, "He'll take care of this, alright? Everything will be fine." Georgina managed a small smile of gratitude. Emma then noticed something on the floor and pointed at it, asking, "What's that?" Georgina bent down to examine it and realized it was the card Agent Gabriel had given her. She quickly picked it up and, closing her palm, explained to Emma that it was something private.

It was morning already. Derrick was sitting by the still burning fire. He looked like he didn't sleep a wink all night. The fire never went out. I could tell it was no ordinary fire. There were no woods to keep it lit, but it still burned brightly. I handed him back his jacket. “Thank you.” I said almost in a whisper. “You're welcome.” He replied coldly and made his way out of the cave. I was right behind him. He looked like I had pissed him off The side of him I had seen last night was probably temporary. He was back to his icy self. I tailed behind him like a lost pup. We were almost at the entrance when a woman came in. She was clad in emerald green. I can feel my eyes widening as the mys

Her nervous face seemed relieved. After seeing it, I started eating again. While chewing the juicy steak in my mouth, I suddenly remembered the girl with a mask. The one and only Magda. I stopped eating and leaned my back on my seat. I remembered that Magda is living in the village where Angela lives. The village is small so it's possible she knew the mystery woman. "Angela..." I called out. She looked at me and stopped eating. "Yes, Clark?" she asked. I took a deep breath and released it slowly.

His eyes were light brown, and he didn't look like he was a local. After greeting him, Emma introduced him to Giselle. "Gigi, this is my friend, Quentin Zeller. He's in the same industry as you and has just returned to the country a few days ago. I'm sure you two will have a lot to talk about." Then, she forced Giselle to sit opposite Quentin. He thereafter extended his hand with a friendly smile. "Hi, Ms. Stone. I'm Quentin Zeller." Giselle politely shook his hand. With Emma around, it didn't feel that awkward despite it being their first meeting.

“Besides, he told me this morning I have full creative control as long as there’s good food and I show up.” “Typical man,” Green laughed. “Marcus said the same thing when I asked him about hypothetical wedding colors.” Before I could respond, the doorbell rang. I started to get up, but Green waved me back down. “I’ll get it. You stay put before your ankles swell more.” She opened the door to reveal Emma, Josh’s sister, standing there with shopping bags and a bright smile. I’d met Emma a few weeks ago when Josh finally introduced us. She was two years younger than him, with the same green eyes and easy charm.

she said politely. Taking an elevator we got to the fifth floor of the company, and she led us to an office with Miss Emma Addams initials written on the door. She knocked before opening the door, we entered after her. “Good morning Miss Emma Addams, Mr. Liam Leon Galloway is here.” she said calmly.

A client presentation at eleven. And approximately a thousand emails waiting for her attention. So Emma got up. Showered. Dressed. Applied enough concealer to hide the shadows beneath her eyes. And went to work. The elevator doors opened onto the executive floor. Emma stepped out. Her heels clicked softly against the marble. Several employees greeted her. She smiled automatically. Answered automatically. Walked automatically. Everything felt mechanical. Distant. Like she was observing herself from somewhere far away. She reached the conference room just as people were beginning to gather.

Chapter Seventy-Seven "What's up?" Jethro asked. Z stood next to him, placing down documents related to Emma Greene. "Emma Greene comes from an orphanage, she had a talent for music from a young age and was once a piano artist. However, she had an accident that damaged her nerves, and couldn't perform in concerts anymore," Z said. Jethro raised an eyebrow at this information. "Emma Greene knows Harvey because they met at a party before she had her accident. If we talk about appearances, she really looks like Madam Gemma," Z said, surprised that two people could look like twins.

When Helma got home, she laid on the bed after a shower, thinking about recent events. Her intuition told her that Ethan was not dead, but she was not sure where he was now. Helma frowned when she realized she let her mind wander for too long. She thought, 'Instead of dwelling on this, it would be better for us to live our own lives first, as Cole said.' She rested at home for two days, then headed to the Guller Group. Lately, Green Tassel has developed well. With Helma's reputation as Master Lilac and the expert perfumers from Green Tassel, the company had already released several popular scents not long after its establishment.