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Standing behind lan. Jeff was about to remind him about the forgotten meeting, but when he saw Maids

face he swallowed his words

Is this the woman last night? What’s going on between her and lan

As the elevator doors opened, Maya gestured for them to enter first.

Without hesitation, lan instructed Jeff to head to the company first and then stepped into the elevator

himself.

The breakfast area on the first floor was already bustling with people. Maja and lan chose a spot by the

window, and a waller promptly brought each a glass of lemon water

Maja took a sip of the lemon water its tangtness awakening her taste buds and alleviating her

dizziness. She figured she could have breakfast first before going to the hospital. Fairiting from low

blood sugar on the way would lie less than ideal

Setting down her glass, she asked lan, Mr. Raymond, what kind of books do you usually enjoy

reading? I heard from Mr. Elston that you took some art classes before?”

Understanding acients style preferences and daily habits could expedite the design process. She

summised that lan might not favor the American style–too busy and flashy in color. On the other hand,

the Chinese style could be deemed too conservative and dull. Art lovers often preferred something

more daring

She hoped to gain insights into his preferences through this brief conversation, but lan said; “Just do your thing.

Maa dreaded clients like this–it felt like writing a school essay without a specific topic. Too many

choices often led to confusion. Conversely, having a precise issue simplified things as the scope was

defined

“Just do my thing?” Maja mentally sketched out some basic design styles when a woman’s shrek cut

through the air

“Jan”

Maatumed to see a young woman in a Chanel suit approaching, her eyes fixed on lan with her

exquisite makeup.

Tve been hanging around here for days, hoping to run into you.”

The woman, Sandy, appeared thrilled. Her gaze flickered towards Maja, but her eyebrows slightly

furrowed.

“And who might this be?”

Majawas about to mention that lan was her client, but before she could utter a word, Sandy had already

seated hersell, acting like Maja didn’t exist, and resumed conversing with lan. Theard your place in

Greenfield Gardens is undergoing renovations?”

lan clearly didn’t wish to engage in conversation and responded with a curt Uh–huh.

Sandy smiled, a slight curl appearing on her lips. “I remember how much you loved the layout of

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Evidently, she was attempting to win lan’s favor by offering to connect him with a designer.

But before she could finish, Maja smiled, “Apologies for interrupting, but Mr. Raymond is current

Sandy’s gaze returned to Maja her lips lightening. “You’re a designer as well?

my

‘re interested.

Her disdain was palpable as if she believed Maja was trying to get close to lan

Yes, and I must say my conversation with Mr. Raymond has been quite enjoyable.”

Enjoyable conversation? The fact that they were seen together at breakfast in the hotel raised qu

sbons about what they might have been up to the previous night. Sandy’s expression changed with

that though assuming that Maja was boasting. How crude Sandy had initially planned to ignore Maja

hoping she would feel uncomfortable and leave alone. However it appeared that Maja was more

capable than expected.

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Taking a deep breath, Sandy deliberately brought up lan’s marriage.

“Man must have his reasons for choosing you, so I hope you give it your all. Don’t disap

int him

lan’s brows furrowed. Over the years, Sandy pursued him despite knowing he was married, often using

his marriage to deter other women.

True to form, Sandy’s following words cut to the chase

“You are aware that lan is mamed, right?”

The implication was clear. Are you trying to be a homewrecker?