"Ms. Nightshade, please hurry up! We're really running out of time."
Cedric was making a final plea when his phone suddenly rang. Oh no, it must be the chairman calling to chew him out.
He answered, and seconds later, the phone slipped from his ear, his speech stuttering, "Sir, just now, the police called, Mr. Timothy Lockwood was in a severe car crash on Lumina Avenue, the car was wrecked, he's gone."
As he spoke, the banquet hall erupted into chaos; everyone stared wide-eyed and speechless, unable to believe that the man who had just been with them was now gone.
Only Xanthea calmly screwed the cap back on the bottle, and pulled out a handkerchief to meticulously wipe her fingers. "There you go, Mr. Lockwood, keep this bottle safe, remember to apply it morning and night."
As she handed the bottle to the man, she caught his gaze shifting from shock to a deep, focused intensity.
Seeing that complex look. He must have realized that her earlier nagging not only hadn't hindered his succession to the helm of the Lockwood Group but had actually saved his life. Clever girl.
"Bro, it's getting late, let's go."
"Ms. Nightshade!"
Xanthea turned to leave, and Orion tried to grab her, only managing to pull off the silk handkerchief half-stuffed back into her pocket.
Xanthea turned, flashing him a bright, sweet smile, "Mr. Lockwood, until next time."
When the Nightshade siblings left the gemstone convention, Orion had his gaze lingering on the striking figure in the middle until she disappeared. He then looked at the handkerchief in his hand, and held it tightly as if afraid it would vanish like she had, as if by holding it, he could feel the warmth she left behind.
Cedric, still stunned, finally managed to say to Orion, "Thank goodness we didn't go back with Mr. Lockwood just now, otherwise... So, Ms. Nightshade, she actually saved our lives by coincidence?!"
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