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The woman was petite and wore a cream–colored fleece coat, but her face wasn’t in view.
However, that coat looked just like the one Veronica had.
There was a time when Heath considered buying her clothes, but she told him she wanted to make her
own.
He hadn’t thought much of it. To him, it seemed like a waste of time to go through all that trouble for a
piece of clothing.
And sure enough, after giving birth to Samuel and Miriam, she didn’t have time for things like that. All her energy went into caring for the two kids.
As for the clothes she designed….
Heath pulled his gaze away from the woman, his face cold and full of disdain.
That coat was probably something she picked up from some niche marketplace. Yet now, someone else
was wearing the same thing.
“Heath, I really love this place. Can we book this one?” Eleanor tugged on the arm of the distracted Heath.
She’d already had someone look into it–Veronica was living in this very apartment complex now.
When the time came, and Veronica saw Eleanor and Heath together with her own eyes, she wouldn’t be
able to keep up the act anymore.
Heath held her hand, showing no resistance. “Alright. If you like it, we’ll take it.”
The realtor, sensing the deal was done, was overjoyed. He immediately threw out the highest price. “30
million dollars!”
Eleanor’s face scrunched up. “That kind of money could buy a condominium in a top–tier school district downtown. Heath, forget it. I don’t want it anymore.”
Heath felt a pang of heartache in his chest. Eleanor was always thinking of him.
She was only looking for a new place because his grandfather kicked her out.
He raised his hand and said calmly, “If you like it, we’re buying it. Let’s sign the lease now.”
The realtor immediately pulled out the contract from his bag, terrified they might change their minds. People who were this easy to fleece didn’t come around often these days.
Once the paperwork was done, the two headed straight for their new place.
Eleanor casually voiced a concern. “Heath, if I’m not around, what about Mira?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll have Veronica come back and take care of the kids,” Heath said coolly. “Even if she’s lost
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her memory, it’s still her responsibility. I can’t let you bear all the burden and end up taking the blame.”
Eleanor’s gaze softened as she leaned against Heath. Her freshly manicured nails lightly traced circles on
the chest of his white shirt.
“Heath, thank you for always thinking of me,” she said coyly.
Today, Eleanor wore a form–fitting, V–neck white sweater. As Heath looked down, he could see a sliver of
porcelain skin.
His Adam’s apple bobbled, and he caught her wandering hand.
“Heath, you’re hurting me.” Eleanor pouted.
He smiled. “That hurts already?”
Their breaths grew hotter, and their faces drew closer.
Suddenly, the shrill ring of a phone shattered the moment. In an instant, Heath’s hazy gaze cleared up.
Eleanor bit her lip hard, trying to hold on to him, but he gave her a reassuring look and got up to answer.
On the other end, Archie’s anxious voice came through. “Heath, where are you? That new sea route we
were partnering on is about to get cut!”
Heath’s expression darkened. “What happened?”
Tate Group had recently expanded into Jouver, with their first venture being a sea route developed in partnership with the Lane family.
Everything had been lined up, with only one final stamp of approval left.
They had already sunk a considerable amount of time and capital into preparations. No one had expected things to stall over a single signature.
Archie, the second son of the Lane family, had invited Heath into the deal to strengthen his own position in the family after hearing Heath was returning to set up operations in Jouver.
“Didn’t you say the project was a sure thing?” Heath questioned coldly.
Archie sat on the couch, looking dejected. “This whole thing’s messed up! It happened right after we made the announcement. Who in Jouver would dare to block a deal with the Lane family? Someone’s obviously messing with us!”
Heath frowned. “Did you piss someone off recently?”
Archie thought hard. Aside from that damn chef at the restaurant last night, no one came to mind.
“There’s no way that chef has this kind of power!”
Just then, Archie remembered how Veronica had slipped away from him the night before. “Running into Veronica is pure bad luck! Everything was fine. Now, the deal’s falling apart!”
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Heath frowned. “What does this route have to do with her? Archie, watch your words.”
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