From His Invisible Wife to the World's Icon novel Chapter 34

Lydia returned to the foundation and informed the board of directors that she would wrap up her current projects and resign as soon as possible.

The board assured her they would expedite the process of selecting a new candidate to take over.

"Ms. Sterling, there's an express delivery for you. They need your signature." Alice knocked on the office door.

"Follow up on the ribbon-cutting ceremony for Avery Hope Academy tomorrow," she instructed Alice. Taking the pen from the courier, she noticed the sender was listed as the Ford Group.

She couldn't help but look out the window. Through the towering skyscrapers, she could just barely make out the top of the Ford Group building. Pulling her gaze back, she signed for the package. When she opened it, she found a pair of red high heels.

They were the ones she had lost while escaping last night. The leather was clean and polished, clearly having been meticulously cared for.

She wanted to call and thank him but realized she didn't even have his contact information.

That night, Lydia returned to Moonlight Cove. Although Julian had assured her that he and the nurse could handle things, the thought of the Suttons showing up the night before kept her worried. She took a shower, changed clothes, packed her laptop, and drove to the hospital.

Walking from the underground parking garage to the inpatient ward, she couldn't shake the feeling that the hospital seemed different.

"Why are there so many security guards today? And they installed cameras everywhere."

"Some woman almost got assaulted by a creep in the hospital last night."

"The hospital upgraded security immediately."

"Wow, that was fast. It's only been half a day. That efficiency is insane."

Lydia silently praised the hospital's swift response as she made her way to the VIP ward.

"Mr. Ford, I came to return your coat."

She heard voices inside, but when she knocked, no one answered. Pushing open the slightly ajar door, she walked in and saw Xavier sitting on the sofa in the lounge, entirely focused on a screen. The monitor was playing Silas's seminar from that afternoon.

Her attention was instantly drawn to the screen. Thrilled, she walked forward, only to meet the man's cool gaze as he turned around.

"Mr. Ford, here is your trench coat." She handed him the bag.

Her eyes naturally drifted back to the monitor, where the elegant old man in a traditional tunic suit radiated brilliance on stage.

He truly was a master. He had synthesized everything she had been thinking about, but in much finer detail.

Xavier reached out, took the bag, and set it aside, his gaze landing squarely on her.

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