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Ailyn took a slow sip, her gaze contemplative. After a moment, she said, “Bring me my drawing board.”
“Okay.”
Ailyn opened the documents sent by Global Entertainment and Orly Company. After a quick glance, she pushed them aside with little interest.
“Twenty to thirty pieces of clothing would be sufficient for the upcoming fashion show,” she thought, deciding to design only twenty. “Combining fashion design with Lorpond culture?” Ailyn muttered to herself, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. The concept struck her as laughable.
Two entirely different worlds—forcing them together would only result in something awkward and unnatural. Yet, it was also a challenge. And Ailyn thrived on challenges. Ailyn was renowned as a global fashion icon, and her design skills were exceptional.
With a flick of her pencil, she began sketching a draft that aligned with her personal aesthetic. Once satisfied with the foundation, she carefully incorporated the so-called cultural elements of Lorpond into the design.
By the time Nathan wheeled in her dinner, the room filled with the faint aroma of the warm meal, Ailyn had already completed a third of the designs.
At the Klein Group, the towering building stood majestically, shrouded in darkness. Only the CEO’s floor glowed faintly, a beacon in the night.
Andrew had sent a message to Isabella earlier, informing her he would be working overtime.
Having just wrapped up an international online meeting, Andrew stood by the expansive floor-to-ceiling window, allowing the stillness of the night to offer a moment of respite.
The secretary hurried in from outside, his expression composed and professional.
“Mr. Klein, the plan for expanding into the chip market in Mafelen is encountering obstacles. They’ve set forth a condition,” he reported evenly.
Andrew remained still, his gaze lowering, lost in thought. His expression was unreadable, making it impossible to decipher his true emotions.
Sensing he had Andrew’s full attention, the secretary continued, “They want us to help them locate Dr. Mia. This is their precondition for entering into any cooperation with us.”
Mafelen was a country ruled by aristocrats, where the upper class held significant power over various aspects of life.
The secretary believed their project was exceptional and that if this party agreed to collaborate, it would undoubtedly lead to a mutually beneficial partnership. However, their insistence on involving Dr. Mia made the negotiation particularly difficult. Despite his thoughts, the secretary refrained from outright rejecting their condition. Instead, he returned to seek the CEO’s guidance, trusting in Andrew’s extraordinary capabilities to make the right decision.
“Reject it,” Andrew said without hesitation, his voice calm yet resolute.
If Isabella’s identity as Dr. Mia were revealed, it could easily put her in harm’s way. Andrew was determined not to let anyone exploit her identity for profit, and he certainly wouldn’t allow it himself.
The secretary, upon hearing Andrew’s words, immediately understood that Andrew was capable of fulfilling the Mafelen people’s request but was hesitant to do so. This was unusual, the secretary thought. Andrew typically used business connections as resources, leveraging them as chips in exchange for gains. But this time, he had refused.
The secretary sighed, trying to suppress his thoughts. While he regretted not taking the shortcut, Andrew had given clear instructions, and as a subordinate, he had no choice but to follow them. However, this also meant they would be occupied in the coming days.
“Alright, Mr. Klein, I’ll reply to them now,” the secretary said.
It was 11 PM. Andrew had initially planned a meeting, but with the changes in the cooperation with the Mafelen company, it was no longer necessary.
“You can go home after replying. Tomorrow morning at 9, organize a meeting with the project team,” Andrew instructed.
“Copy that, Mr. Klein.”
The black Bentley made its way back to Isabella’s villa. Andrew glanced at the time. She should already be asleep by now. He instinctively quieted his footsteps, but as he turned the corner of the garden, the dim glow from the first-floor living room caught his attention.
The soft light made Andrew’s eyes gleam as he imagined Isabella watching TV on the sofa a few hours ago. She had left the light on for him.
With both of his parents gone, his uncle’s family wary of him, and his grandfather strict, Andrew found most of the warmth in his life through Isabella.
But just when he thought she had already given him enough, she would always surprise him with more, and it was always better, more precious.
A small, tender warmth spread through Andrew’s chest—unspoken but unmistakable. He paused for a moment, controlling the surge of emotions, took a deep breath, and quickened his pace toward the living room.
“Click.”
The faint sound of the door opening was instantly caught by Isabella. She had already finished her nightly routine and was now in her pajamas, engrossed in a music game on her tablet, training her click speed.
“Andrew, you’re finally off work,” Isabella’s voice was soothing, but she remained focused on finishing the current round. Her fingers moved swiftly across the screen, fast enough to blur into afterimages.
Andrew had imagined many cozy scenes upon returning home, but he never expected to find Isabella so absorbed in a game. It seemed she had stayed up late, completely lost in her task.
A slight tinge of jealousy flickered in Andrew’s eyes as he walked over to her. The rhythm from the game built to a crescendo, and Isabella’s fingers danced with precision, reaching a peak in her speed.
“Three, two, one…”
As the countdown ended, Isabella clicked the final note. “Congratulations on clearing the level. Your score is SSS, surpassing 100% of users nationwide.”
Fireworks erupted on the screen, and Isabella smiled in satisfaction at the result. Her hand-speed training score was consistently impressive.
Behind her, Andrew studied the score with a thoughtful expression. He was familiar with the game, having seen it on the market for several years. The game’s “hell mode” had been developed based on his performance during an internal test as an investor. Andrew hadn’t played it since its release.
He knew how difficult “hell mode” was. It was an accomplishment for ordinary players just to pass it.
Remembering Isabella’s computer skills, which had hinted at her possible hacking abilities, Andrew felt a surge of admiration. She was truly exceptional. He couldn’t help but wonder where her talents would take her.
Isabella finished the game, shut down the tablet, and glanced at Andrew. He stood tall in his expensive suit, his tie and watch radiating the confidence of a top business executive. But the fact that he came home so late tugged at her heartstrings.
Unaware of Andrew’s thoughts, Isabella leaned in to kiss his cheek. “You work so hard. Are you hungry? Should I get you a midnight snack?”
There wouldn’t be any snacks at this hour in the villa unless Isabella had prepared something in advance.
Andrew caught her wrist, gently halting her. He pulled her into his arms, their bodies pressed close together. He shook his head, a soft smile returning to his eyes. “I’m not hungry, just a little thirsty from the drive back.”
Thirsty?
Isabella immediately offered, “Then I’ll get you a glass of water.”
“No need. Isn’t there some here already, sweetheart?”
Andrew let out a soft chuckle, his voice smooth and rich like velvet.
As he finished speaking, his slender fingers gently lifted Isabella’s chin, and he leaned in to capture her soft, pink lips. The kiss melted away her confusion.
The sound of running water echoed faintly from the bathroom. Isabella sat at the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed on the shadowy reflection on the bathroom door, her thoughts racing like a storm in her mind.
Today, Andrew seemed… different. It took her a moment to find the right word for it.
Uneasy.
What could be worrying him? Had he encountered trouble? Isabella’s thoughts drifted to the five percent of Klein Group’s shares that Damari had transferred to her.
Although she had signed the agreement and the shares were officially hers, she had never involved herself in Klein Group’s affairs.
She was accustomed to overseeing the operations of Edge Entertainment, delegating the remaining tasks to her capable team, which meant she didn’t have to work late into the night like Andrew did.
The Klein Group, however, was an entirely different entity—its operations vast, its affairs intricate, and every decision Andrew made was closely watched by countless stakeholders.
“Sweetheart, what’s on your mind?” Andrew, still damp from the shower, walked over to Isabella. His face was free of the earlier unease, replaced by quiet concern for the woman he adored.
Isabella looked up at him, her heart softening.
To her, Andrew had always been a pillar of strength.
He was mysterious yet dependable, the one person she knew would stand behind her through anything.
No matter what storm might come, Andrew could handle it.
And if he couldn’t, well—she would be there to face it with him. Isabella came to that realization.
“Nothing much. I was just waiting for you. I really hope you’ll finish work earlier next time.”
As Andrew met Isabella’s caring gaze, his thoughts drifted back to the condition from the Mafelen company. He concealed the fleeting emotion in his eyes and softly ruffled Isabella’s hair.
“Sorry, there’s a project that needs pushing forward. Once this is over, I’ll take you on a trip, okay? Somewhere to relax.”
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