The Coma Prince’s Fiancée novel Chapter 28

"Alright, we’ll just wait for good news then."

Paulina knew exactly when to back off. She flashed a quick smile, took Sophia—who was clearly still itching for a fight—by the arm, and thanked Aaron before guiding her out.

Once they left, Aaron let out a long sigh. It felt like dealing with a tag team of trouble. Paulina was tough, but Sophia took things to a whole new level. With that out of the way, he finally headed off to report back to Mr. White.

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Meanwhile, in another private suite, Rebecca lounged back in her chair, legs propped up, totally absorbed in her phone game. She was just waiting for the news that Paulina and Sophia had come back empty-handed when her phone rang.

"Rebecca, the auction house just called. They want to know when we can meet the buyer," Odom said as soon as she picked up.

Rebecca didn’t even look away from her phone. "I’m busy. You can go instead. Call me if anything comes up. I really gotta go."

That set off a wave of panic in Odom’s voice. "That’s not gonna work. The buyer paid a fortune—broke all your records. This has to be some super serious case. I’m not qualified to handle it by myself."

Rebecca barely reacted, fingers still flying over her screen. "My parents are making me go back to school—one of those closed-campus programs with strict rules. I seriously don’t have time."

Odom started laughing through his nerves. "You, actually going to school? Rebecca, you’re a total genius. How are your parents not worried you’ll end up either blowing them away or making every other student feel like a total failure?"

"They don’t know much about what I do. I was planning to tell them… eventually."

Odom managed to stop laughing. "Alright, alright. Since you’re heading off to ‘student’ life, I’ll stall the auction house for you. Rules say we’ve got three months to set up a meeting anyway."

"That’s fine," Rebecca replied. Honestly, with Ambrosia Vitae in the mix, whoever needed it wasn’t dying any time soon.

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Upstairs, in the fanciest suite on the second floor, the air was thick with the scent of tea. Norris held the teapot with elegant fingers and poured himself a cup, the rising steam half-hiding his sharp profile. In the soft fog, his icy eyes seemed gentler, as if he had just stepped out of a movie frame.

When Aaron came in alone, Norris knew something had changed.

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