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Chapter_210
Nash dropped Harrison and Lauren off at Baroque Group’s headquarters before driving on to the branch office with Hera.
“I can’t believe how effortlessly you handled Uncle Hubert,” Hera gushed as she linked her arm through his. “I’m completely smitten.”
She admired the calm confidence that had let him reclaim their family’s shares. How he’d managed to muster two hundred million for that deal—she didn’t dare ask. After all, he was a platinum member at the Chateau Hotel, a Golden Amulet Master, and in the underground boxing world his legend as “McNash” was already larger than life. Surely any of those titles alone could buy him all the funds he needed.
They reached the elevator just as the doors were closing. A sharply dressed man in his thirties lunged in after them, lanyard swinging, briefcase in hand.
“H-hello, Ms. Lewis!” he panted, catching his breath. “What a coincidence!”
Recognition flickered across Hera’s face—it was Hans Wilson, her marketing director. She forced a polite smile as Nash turned his gaze to the ceiling.
Hans recovered and handed Hera a heavy folder. “This is the draft for our Southeast Asian expansion. I’d appreciate your feedback.”
She flipped it open, scanning the pages. Hans noticed Nash studying them coolly, then offered his hand. “You must be Ms. Lewis’s fiancé. I’m Hans Wilson.”
Nash gave a brief nod, but did not shake hands. Hans, unruffled, tucked his hand away.
Hera caught the slight frown on Nash’s face. Was he jealous? For a moment, she had blushed—after all, Hans had ordered her latte delivery only yesterday. She closed the folder and handed it back. “Everything looks good—let’s proceed as planned.”
Hans beamed, then slipped out of the elevator as it descended. Nash and Hera made their way to her office on the third floor.
Inside her corner suite, Hera paused, sniffing the air. “Do you smell disinfectant?”
“Nah,” Nash replied.
She laughed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m just teasing you. Did you really think I’d fall for Hans’s charms?”
He crossed his arms, eyes playful. “You didn’t look so sure back there.”
She perched on the edge of her desk. “I trust you, of course. But I’m your wife now—it’s my job to keep you at ease.”
He reached out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “And you do that perfectly.”
Above them, the city hummed with possibility—and together, they felt they could conquer anything.