Chapter 1275

Chapter 1275:

This mysterious new chairwoman, whose face remained unknown to all, had seized control through majority shareholding and strategic capital injection.

In downtown Estresa, where life pulsed through the crowded streets, Jared watched Nola approach. He extended an elegantly wrapped gift bag toward her with quiet grace.

“Here’s to new beginnings.”

“Thank you,” Nola murmured, accepting the gift. Her fingers played absently with the bag’s handle as joy flickered in her eyes.

They walked in companionable silence until the street lamps ahead flickered to life at the intersection, bringing them both to a halt.

“I have a flight to catch at one this afternoon,” Jared announced suddenly, his hands tucked into his pockets.

Nola’s expression froze, her hopes shattering like delicate glass. As the traffic light’s countdown ticked to ten seconds, she whispered, “Can’t you stay just a little longer? I don’t even know when I’ll see you again.”

A gentle breeze swept through, lifting Nola’s hair from her face and revealing the delicate arch of her eyebrows and the depths of her eyes. For the first time, Jared truly saw Nola with perfect clarity.

“You don’t know when?” he asked, his tone knowing.

“Lilian may have fallen, but her partnership with Homelight Enterprise continues. That mysterious investor, Janna—that’s you, isn’t it, Nola?”

The traffic light’s final second faded to darkness as Jared stood motionless, his gaze fixed ahead.

Nola studied his chiseled jawline before breaking the silence.

“When did you find out?”

“Just these past couple of days,” Jared replied casually, scuffing his shoe against imaginary pebbles on the pavement.

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A smile played across Nola’s lips.

“You knew my identity and still came to see me? Even brought me a gift?”

Jared turned to face her, remembering Healy’s reports that painted Janna as ruthless—though her steel was reserved only for those entangled with the Perkins family.

His dark eyes traced the curve of her smile before he spoke, choosing his words carefully.

“I wanted to ask you something. When the Fisherman’s Cove project is complete, would you join me in Ansport for the ribbon-cutting ceremony?”

He had no interest in questioning her past deceptions—they seemed trivial now. What mattered was her choice moving forward, now that her true identity lay exposed.

Nola held his gaze for a long moment before gesturing toward the newly green traffic light.

“Look, it’s green again. We should hurry across.”

At Ansport Airport, Madisyn clutched a fresh bouquet, having driven there in the early morning hours.

Though she’d landed with Jared just hours before, the prospect of seeing Andrew swept away any trace of fatigue, replacing it with electric anticipation.

As Andrew’s arrival time approached, Madisyn stepped out of her car and made her way to the arrival gate.

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