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His words shocked Nina deeply. This was the most private secret between her and Nash. How could he say it out loud? She remained cautious.

Scott was extremely surprised, stunned for a moment before calmly asking, " How did you find out?"

Nash moved his mouth slightly, but Nina spoke first, "Mr. York is just joking." She interrupted Nash directly, maintaining a smile on her face as she stepped away from him.

"I've been busy with work all these years, how could I possibly get married? Don't overthink it," she said to Scott.

Upon hearing this, Nash's face tensed up, his gaze fixed on Nina with displeasure, lips pressed tight.

"I see," Scott sighed in relief. "Well, that's alright. I was wondering why I didn't hear about your marriage."

If she had gotten married, he thought, he would have known.

Nina immediately changed the subject, not giving Nash a chance to explode, saying, "Scott, I promised to go back to the company with Mr. York. You don't need to see me off. You go ahead and take care of your business."

Scott looked at the two of them, realizing that it wasn't convenient for him to accompany her and worrying that he might delay Nina's work. So, he agreed, Alright, then I'll leave first. See you next time.” "Okay, see you next time," Nina waved at him.

Scott's car was nearby. He opened the door, got in, rolled down the window, waved at Nina, and then drove away.

After he left, Nina felt the tension in her heart relax.

"Are you afraid of others knowing about our relationship?" Nash walked up to her, his voice cold in her ear.

Nina turned to him and asked back, Isn't it you who doesn't want others to know about our relationship?"

Nash pursed his lips tightly, unsure of what to say next, his eyes showing clear displeasure.

"I remember." Nina was clear-headed. She wouldn't act impulsively. She always remembered the heartless words he said to her on their wedding day.

Then she told him, "You're very particular about this matter. Rest assured, I will be vigilant at all times and not let anyone find out." He had said it before. But it sounded different coming from Nina.

Nash's eyes sharpened, his voice cold, It's good that you remember."

The car stopped in front of them, but Nash showed no intention of getting in. His gaze was fixed firmly on Nina. He was very unhappy at this moment, but he didn't know why. Was it him who didn't want others to know, or her?

Seeing that he was still not getting into the car, Nina asked, "Mr. York, let's get in and go back to the company." Nash didn't want to waste any more time, but his expression remained cold, and he didn't want to say a word.

Back at the company, Nash got out of the car and walked straight ahead without sparing a glance at Nina.

As they got on the elevator, Nina almost got left behind, but she managed to catch the doors at the last second. The entire company saw Nash's

unpleasant expression and trembled in fear, watching him walk into his office. When the door closed, they heard a loud bang."

Taylor was afraid and asked, “Nina, is Mr. York in a bad mood?"

Nina was also puzzled. "He was fine when he came back."

Everyone knew that if Nash was in a bad mood, it would be a disaster for anyone. who entered his office.

Nina hadn't forgotten about the clothes in her hands. She handed them to Taylor. "Please take this suit to the dry cleaner's and have it cleaned urgently." Taylor took it and nodded. "Okay, I'll do it right away."

At this moment, Paris saw Nina coming back, still returning with Nash, not having been fired, and she pursed her lips in jealousy.

A She deliberately walked past Nina with a sarcastic tone, "Back already? Weren't you supposed to quit? How come you're back again?"

Nina looked at Paris, unwilling to show weakness. "I didn't want to come back originally, but as you can see, I came back with Mr. York." The implication in her words was that

Nash needed her, so she came back.

Paris felt aggrieved. Nina was like a thorn in her side, and she wished she could kick

her out of the company immediately. But she was like an indestructible cockroach, firmly becoming Nash's favorite.

This fact deeply frustrated her. Clearly, she was capable too.

Taylor was tasked with taking clothes to the dry cleaner's. Paris stole a glance and noticed that inside the bag was a man's suit.

That suit didn't belong to Nash. Nash didn't like wearing suits of that color, so it must belong to someone else.

She secretly followed Taylor and, before Taylor could leave, she called out, Taylor, hold on!"

Seeing it was Paris, Taylor didn't want to provoke her. "What's the matter, Paris?"

Paris crossed her arms and looked down at her. "What's in your bag?"

Taylor replied, "Nina asked me to take this suit to the dry cleaner's."

Paris remained cautious, sensing

something fishy. She took out the suit.

Taylor, seeing her move, said again, Paris, this isn't right."

"I'm just taking a look, it won't hurt anyone," Paris said, taking out the suit to examine it. The suit was valuable, but it wasn't something Nash wore.

She asked one more question, "Where did Nina go today?"

Taylor, aware of the tension between her and Nina, replied, "Nina wasn't planning to come to the company today. I don't know why she came back with Mr. York."

Paris pondered over Nina's recent changes. There had been consistent issues with her work lately. With such significant changes in Nina, was she planning to leave the company? Looking at the suit that shouldn't be here, it was highly likely that she was considering leaving.

If Nash found out she had other plans, he wouldn't trust her anymore.

Paris didn't want to trouble Taylor further. Instead, she said, "You can go now."

Taylor breathed a sigh of relief,

wondering how much longer she would be interrogated. Now that Paris let her go, she hurried off, afraid Paris might change her mind.

At that moment, Nina's phone rang. It was a group chat.

Opening it, she saw it was a middle school classmates' group discussing a reunion. Last week, they had decided on today, but she hadn't mentioned attending. Someone in the group added her.

Being busy with work, she rarely engaged in chats. Looking at the profile picture a pair of fair hands holding a bunch of lilies

she thought it was a girl. However, upon clicking, she realized it was a male.

With a note: "Scott."

How could he use such a profile picture? It's completely out of character for him. Nina quickly accepted it. Scott sent her a message: "Nina, this is my WhatsApp."

Nina replied: "Your suit has been cleaned. I'll bring it over to you later."

Scott: "Are you coming to the class reunion? See you there."

Nina scrolled through their chat history. It had been many years since she last saw Scott. He had recently joined the classmates' group, and everyone there was very enthusiastic, congratulating A him. This time, they would definitely celebrate him properly.

Nina hadn't seen her middle school classmates in a long time. Every time she couldn't attend gatherings because of work, it felt like an excuse. She promised to come this time.

Paris noticed Nina was chatting on WhatsApp during work hours, which didn't align with her usual work style. It seemed there was something fishy going on.

In the afternoon, there was a meeting. Paris prepared the meeting materials. After about three hours, Nash finally emerged from the meeting room.

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Seeing it, Paris quickly took the bag and said, "Alright, I got it. You can go now."

She followed behind Nash, entering his office and placing the bag on the desk.

"Mr. York," Paris called out.

"What else?" Nash didn't look at her, asking.

Paris, having learned from her previous mistake, didn't speak directly this time. Instead, she said, "I've had the suit you sent for dry cleaning brought here by the assistant." At her words, Nash furrowed his brows and turned back. "What suit?"