Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

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Chapter 1385: Today's Charming Mr. Norwell

Monica raised her eyes, meeting the man's deep gaze, and her mind went blank, "..."

As for Tristan?

His beautifully shaped thin lips were slightly pursed, as if he didn't plan to say anything and just wanted to listen to her.

The two stared at each other... tpassed by, second by second.

Monica grew more and more embarrassed, while a gentle expression appeared on his calm face.

"I..." She still had to explain, after all, this was his territory, and she had cuninvited.

Blinking her watery eyes, she decided to be straightforward, "lI saw the video at the entrance of your company and just wanted to

cand watch the commotion...!"

Her determined gaze emphasized that she was not worried about him! Really, she was just here to watch the commotion!

"You call the way to the reception hall just to watch the commotion? So, does Miss Swain have any thoughts on this?" He

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looked as if he wanted to hear her thoughts, leaning forward slightly with his tall frame.

Monica chuckled and praised, "Mr. Norwell has great taste!" Then she gave him a thumbs up, "Great taste...!"

At that moment, the sound of footsteps approached. Monica turned her head to see Kevin bringing a group of people over.

Among them was a man who seemed to have an unusual identity, with an extraordinary presence.

Kevin was introducing something to the man as they walked.

Tristan's gaze, however, remained on the girl's face. He could feel that she had cout of concern for him, but how did she

know?

Was her information so accurate?

As the group approached, Monica also looked away.

"Mr. Norwell!" The head of the partnering company was beaming, older than Tristan and energetic, "Long tno see!"

Monica quickly stepped aside, her petite figure leaning gently against the wall. She looked up at Tristan, thinking he must be very

busy, right?

"Mr. Tim, long tno see." Tristan's lips curled up, and then he withdrew his gaze, lightly patting the girl's head.

Monica was startled by the gesture in front of so many people and quickly looked at him.

She saw the rare tenderness in his eyes and heard him say to her, "If you're going to wait for me, go to the office. I'll finish up as

soon as possible."

She was dumbfounded! Had she heard wrong?

Mr. Tim stopped in his tracks, seeing the scene and understanding the situation. His hearty smile was full of blessings as he took a

few more glances at the lucky girl.

When did Mr. Norwell have a woman by his side?

Despite being right in front of them, Mr. Zhang didn't interrupt, his tsuddenly not so precious anymore.

Monica leaned against the wall, staring blankly at Tristan, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.

"Miss Swain, lettake you to Mr. Norwell's office!"

Saskia Holt suddenly appeared from behind Tristan, laughing as she grabbed Monica's arm and pulled her away! The girl hadn't

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even agreed yet!

Tristan was also taken aback for a moment, turning his eyes to the girl and seeing Monica hesitating to speak when she looked

back at him. The smile on his lips deepened.

Mr. Tim's blessings fell on Tristan's face, "Hahaha, Mr. Norwell, when did you meet your sweetheart? Judging by the looks, I'll be

receiving an invitation soon."

Tristan smiled but did not answer, extending his hand to shake Mr. Tim's, "Please, this way."

Then they entered the highest-standard reception hall in the Clarke Corp. Tea was brought in by the staff, Kevin accompanied them

throughout, bringing Mr. Norwell's computer and srelevant documents.

The last partnership project before Christmas was about to be discussed here... and they were expected to sign the contract

smoothly.

Upstairs.

Monica followed Saskia Holt out of the elevator, the entire floor had an extraordinary layout, especially luxurious, with every detail

being perfect.

The reflective marble floor, the green plants everywhere, the faint fragrance of flowers in the air, and the spotless environment all

reflected Tristan's taste and pursuit.

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