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Miranda fell silent for a moment. Nina was still at the event when she received a call from Nash, which was quite unexpected. She thought he might be planning a romantic rendezvous with Miranda and simply didn't have the time to bother with her.

Nina composed herself as if nothing had happened: "Over at the art exhibition."

Nash said, "After it's over, come back to the office with me." This meant he

wasn't planning to give her a break but A rather expected her to go back to work.

Nina had no choice but to agree.

After hanging up the phone, Nash turned back and noticed Miranda was still beside him. "What did you just say?"

Miranda had hoped for an opportunity to be alone with him, but hearing their conversation, she realized there might not be a chance. She withdrew her hand. '

I'll go rest now, see you tomorrow."

"Alright," Nash replied.

Miranda was still not satisfied. "Do you have time tomorrow evening?"

"We'll see.'

"If you're free tomorrow evening, I'd like to invite you for dinner."

Nash replied straightforwardly, "Let's talk about it tomorrow."

Taking it as his agreement, Miranda felt a bit happier and left with her assistant.

Meanwhile, Nina was with Yvonne. Yvonne asked, "A call from Nash?"

"Yeah."

"Why would he call you when he's with that mistress?"

"I'll be going back to the office with him later."

"He's really not letting go of any

opportunity to exploit you a bit. Why did you agree?"

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"I have nothing else to do this afternoon. Work can keep me from overthinking." Yvonne shook her head. "You just can't idle around. Which rich wife still goes to work? You're different." Yvonne didn't want her to revolve around Nash all day, saying, "Make plans early. After all, you're going to divorce Nash. Before that happens, look around a bit more. If you meet someone suitable, immediately find a new home. Let him know that losing you is his loss."

Nina looked at her. "Why must it always be about men?"

Yvonne replied, "To make him jealous!"

Nina added, "If he doesn't love me, no matter how many men I find, he won't care."

She didn't have the intention of making Nash jealous.

Their marriage was mutual, and even if they divorced, they wouldn't hold any grudges against each other.

Yvonne grabbed her shoulder. "You can't hang on to him forever. I know you still like Nash, but the first step to ending a relationship is to find the next target. One day, you won't be sad for Nash anymore." Suddenly, Nina understood. Yvonne was afraid she would be too heartbroken over Nash. His relationship with Miranda was a certainty, and even if they didn't divorce, the day she was abandoned would come. To forget about Nash, she needed someone new.

But Nina was somewhat hesitant. "Will I forget once I find the next one?"

"Of course," Yvonne said. "Trust me, with my dating experience, the next one will be even more satisfying for you."

Nina didn't refute Yvonne's words.

She was right, but Nina didn't have such thoughts.

At the art exhibition, Yvonne pulled her to look around for quite some time,

treating the exhibition as a matchmaking event. She commented on who was handsome, who had a clean family background, and who was wealthy. She was almost ready to arrange a blind date. Yvonne had a good influence at work and a good network of people.

The men she mentioned were indeed quite decent, but Nina viewed all men as ordinary.

Nina wanted to escape. Taking advantage of Yvonne's conversation with someone else, she distanced herself from her side, but accidentally bumped into a waiter. "Oops!"

The waiter, holding a tray, had the drinks spill out with a "plop," soaking a passerby.

Nina saw the person's suit drenched, a professional mishap about to happen. Without even looking at the person's face, she apologized, "I'm sorry for staining your suit."

She often tidied up Nash's clothes, so with a glance at the fabric, she knew this suit was quite expensive. Now she was in a fix.

She took out some tissues to help clean up the mess.

The person grabbed her hand and said gently, "It's okay."

Feeling warmth from the touch on her wrist and seeing the person not blaming her, Nina lifted her gaze without hesitation. The person was smiling.

In his brown eyes, it's as if there are stars twinkling, warm and inviting, radiating charm. When characters in books

describe someone as "gentle as a breeze, they're talking about someone like him.

He didn't blame her, which relieved Nina. She continued kindly, "Why don't you take it off? I'll take it to the dry cleaner for you. I know a great place that won't leave a single wrinkle on this expensive suit of yours."

Nina managed Nash's life, so she had experience in this area."

The person chuckled.

Nina was puzzled.

"Nina, you don't need to be so polite to me."

The fact that the person knew her name and spoke so warmly left Nina stunned for a moment. She couldn't help but scrutinize the man in front of her.

He was tall, with a slim figure, neatly combed hair, and when he smiled, his eyes curved slightly, making people want to get closer. His outstanding aura made him stand out in the crowd.

Nina didn't know when she had met such a distinguished figure. Tentatively, she asked, "How do you know my name? Have we met somewhere before?"