As promised, Niamh withdrew her lawsuit.
Although the scandal had long since disappeared from the trending topics online, it would take a while yet for the attention to die down completely.
The timing worked out well—Niamh could focus on the new commissions she'd just accepted, while Jonathan had ample time to let his elite team of lawyers draft a fair and practical divorce agreement from scratch.
Even if the litigation route had failed, moving forward with an amicable divorce wasn't necessarily a bad thing for Niamh.
One afternoon, Niamh received a call from Peter. This time, it wasn't personal—he meant business.
"Do you remember Devon?" Peter asked.
Of course she remembered.
Devon was the jewelry collector Peter had introduced her to years ago—the same collector who'd unwittingly set up her first direct showdown with Marina in the world of design. It was a disaster for Niamh; she'd lost badly.
"How could I possibly forget the first time I ever failed professionally?" she replied, half-laughing, half-groaning.
Peter chuckled. "Devon is hosting a dinner party at his place this Saturday. It's a graduation celebration for his youngest daughter, and he'd like to invite you."
Niamh let out a surprised "Oh." She could hardly call herself even a casual acquaintance of Devon's; it seemed odd for him to invite her to a family milestone like that.
She was about to decline, but could hear in Peter's voice that he hoped she'd accept. Otherwise, he wouldn't have bothered calling her himself.
Such invitations were all part of maintaining professional relationships in their circle. In the end, Niamh agreed to go.
"I knew you had a head for business, always seizing the right opportunity," Peter praised.
"You used to say I was born to be a jewelry designer," Niamh teased.
"And I haven't been wrong yet, have I?"
She couldn't help but laugh. "Honestly, Peter, am I just your jack-of-all-trades? You make it sound like I can do anything."
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