Gone Quiet, Gone Love novel Chapter 21

Several years later, the world's top forum for international interpreters convened in Skryland. Elite translators, scholars, and political figures from across the globe gathered under one roof.

As the youngest honorary council member and chief simultaneous interpreter, Sabrina was invited to deliver the opening keynote.

Under the spotlight, she wore a pearl-white, impeccably tailored suit. Her long hair was elegantly swept up, revealing her smooth forehead and slender neck.

Standing behind the podium, she faced the sea of faces and countless flashing cameras below and spoke with calm eloquence.

She alternated seamlessly between fluent Faehavenese, Arrian, and Crisean. Her arguments were sharp, her insights were unique, and her references were drawn with ease.

By showcasing her confidence, elegance, and professionalism, she was the undeniable center of attention in the entire hall. When her speech ended, applause thundered through the hall and lasted long after she stepped back.

A young scholar in a dark gray suit with a refined and composed demeanor walked onto the stage holding a bouquet of white lilies and pretended it to her. They exchanged a knowing, tacit smile.

Camera shutters clicked nonstop below, capturing the beautiful moment.

This young, accomplished, and brilliantly talented scholar was a leading star in Elyndorian linguistics. Born into an academic family, he had a rare, effortless elegance and was considered one of the most coveted bachelors.

He and Sabrina had worked together at multiple international conferences. Their partnerships were seamless, and in private, they were rumored to be close friends.

Media reports dubbed them as "twin stars of the industry", perfectly matched in talent and temperament. The headlines remained vague about whether they were soulmates or lovers, which left plenty of room for the public's imagination to run wild.

But now, everyone could see that Sabrina's life had ascended to a new, awe-inspiring height. She had a flourishing career, a radiant presence, and was surrounded by excellent peers who admired and respected her.

The forum lasted three days.

On the final day, the crowd poured out of the hall like a tide. Only then did a man in the most remote, unnoticed corner of the hall slowly rise to his feet.

He wore a simple dark tracksuit, a black baseball cap, and a mask. His frame was thin, his back was slightly hunched, and his steps were a little slow.

He was Nester, who had barely survived the near-fatal injuries years ago. Part of his spleen had been removed, his intestines were severely damaged, and his health never fully recovered.

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