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Any trace of sympathy Rosalie had felt for him vanished, replaced entirely by joy.
However, Cicely didnât like what she heard.
âTristen, you and Rosalie are already engaged, and marriage is a done deal. What do you mean by
âconsiderâ?â
Rosalie didnât dare to speak.
She had forgotten that Cicely had mistaken Edmond for Tristen.
Fearing that Edmond would get angry and change his mind, Rosalie affectionately held Cicelyâs hand,
âMr. Sandler, Ed⦠Tristen just had a narrow escape. Let him rest for a while. The wedding can wait.â
When she said âTristen,â Rosalie noticeably paused, her whole body uncomfortable.
Rosalie dared not make eye contact with Edmond.
âMr. Sandler, let me take you back to your room first. I have something to discuss privately with
Tristen.â
Having achieved her goal, Rosalie feared Cicely might say something else, so she took the initiative to
escort her out.
Concerned for her âelder son,â Cicely hesitated, âIâm not comfortable leaving Tristen here alone. Iâll call
Edmond to come and take care of his brother. After all, heâs always causing trouble at school. He might
as well look after his brother.â
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Saying this, she took out her phone to make a call.
Rosalieâs heart raced as she glanced at Edmond, who also frowned.
Edmondâs phone was right next to him. He had kept the same private number for years, and a call
would give them away.
Rosalie also realized this.
Rosalie feared Cicely regaining her memory because she thought this situation was also quite good. If
they were exposed, all their efforts would be in vain.
Rosalie decided to stop Cicely.
Rosalie stepped forward, âMr. Sandler, you donât need to call Edmond. He has exams coming up. Iâll
take care of Tristen. You can rest easy.â
Cicely was silent for a moment, and upon hearing Rosalieâs words, she relented.
âThen take good care of Tristen. Iâll go back first.â
Only after she left did Rosalie dare to look directly at Edmond.
Thinking about her recent address to him, Rosalie awkwardly
apologized, âEdmond, Iâm sorry for the inconvenience. I had to keep up the lie.â
Edmondâs eyes darkened, about to say that the marriage was just for show when Rosalieâs phone rang.
Rosalie picked up the phone and saw her father Dempseyâs name.
Her father rarely called her.
Rosalie answered, and Dempseyâs icy voice pierced through the sound
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âRosalie, how could you offend the Friedan family? Didnât I tell you that weâre currently negotiating a
project with them? You should maintain a good relationship with them. How could you be so careless?â
Accusations flooded in, and with Edmond right beside her, Rosalie felt her face burning, both
embarrassed and humiliated.
âDad, I keep that in mind. Iâve always been on good terms with the Friedan family. I even held my
tongue when Elva insulted me last time. Iâve been careful not to offend anyone related to the Friedan
family. What happened, Dad? Did something go wrong?â
âAre you sure you havenât offended anyone from the Friedan family?â
âIâm sure.â
âWhat about Waldron?â
Rosalie didnât dare to speak.
The root of the problem was found.
Dempsey snorted, âGo to the Friedan family tomorrow to apologize to Waldron. Keep apologizing until
he forgives you.â
âWhy?â Rosalie bit her lower lip, feeling wronged.
She could maintain a good relationship with anyone in the Friedan family, but Waldron had been her
nemesis since childhood. Apologizing to him would be too humiliating.
âDad, you know Waldron and I have been at odds since we were kids. Even if I apologize, he wonât
give me the time of day and will mock
me.â
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Rosalie could already imagine how Waldron would ridicule her.
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Dempsey thought of Waldronâs obvious sabotage during the meeting, becoming irritable, âThis time,
Waldron deliberately sabotaged our cooperation.â
âWhat?!â Rosalieâs eyes widened, and she suddenly felt a chill.
Rosalie and Waldron had always been at odds, but Waldron had never taken it out on their families.
This was why she dared to confront him.
She hadnât expected that this time, Waldron would deliberately sabotage the cooperation.
This cooperation was crucial. The Clayton Groupâs ability to expand further after going public depended
on this collaboration with the Friedan family.
If it were ruined because of her, not to mention her father being scolded by the board, the entire
companyâs operations might be affected.
For this cooperation with the Friedan family, the Clayton Group had even pushed aside all other
collaborations.
If things fell through with the Friedan familyâ¦
The more Rosalie thought about it, the more terrifying it seemed.
âRosalie, donât disappoint me,â Dempsey said before hanging up.
Rosalie slumped into her chair, her face pale.
âWhat happened?â
Edmondâs words brought Rosalie back to her senses. She steadied herself, about to share the issue
with Edmond, but ultimately held
back.
She was the noble lady of the Clayton family. She could not expose her familyâs weaknesses in front of
Edmond.
She couldnât let Edmond think she wasnât worthy of him.
âItâs nothing, just some work-related issues from my dad, but it will be resolved soon.â
âItâs just a matter of apologizing to Waldron, right?
If this can let the cooperation continue, Iâll go.
As long as I apologize, Waldron should let it go, shouldnât he?â
Rosalie thought.
On the other side, after hanging up, Dempseyâs assistant handed over the gathered information.
âIt seems Waldron did this deliberately, all to revenge for his rumored girlfriend.â
âRumored girlfriend?â Dempsey took the paper and saw Claudiaâs information, his face darkening.
âThis Claudia is quite cun ning.â
Claudia was not only Edmondâs wife but also flirting with Waldron!
Unfortunately, Rosalie had offended her.
Waldron was probably acting out to revenge for her.
He was now curious to meet Claudia.
Dempsey lit a cigar and took a deep puff.
âBring Claudia to me, and remember, no violence.â
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Claudia had been searching Eleanorâs place all day and finally found a small box.
She opened it to find a thin gauze handkerchief and two strands of hair wrapped in paper.
Eleanor was meticulous, thinking that perhaps one day Claudiaâs
family would come looking for her. Eleanor had kept everything, even the hair that had been on Claudia
at the time.
Claudia held it up to the light. It was long hair, slightly yellowish
It must have belonged to a woman.
The gauze was thin and small as if randomly taken from somewhere
In the cold winter, with only such a handkerchief for company, Claudia would have died long ago if not
for Eleanor.
Claudiaâs eyes were dry, and her heart felt as if it were being squeezed by iron chains.
âThe people who abandoned me, did they really want me to die?
Why? Why did they treat me this way?â