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The Platonic Trap novel Chapter 161

If Celia Stafford remembered correctly, in her dream, Evelyn Morgan had crashed the engagement party in the name of love, declaring her feelings for Talbot Forrester in front of all their friends and family.

Moved by Evelyn's "bravery," Talbot had taken her hand right in the middle of what was supposed to be their engagement banquet, pulling her into a deep kiss and announcing their undying love to the world.

It had caused a massive scandal at the time, turning Celia into the laughingstock of their social circle.

But this time around, Celia was very curious to see if Evelyn still had the guts to be so "brave for love."

Muting Evelyn's notifications, Celia completely ignored the frantic barrage of messages that followed.

—She had far more important things to do.

...

Second floor, the study.

At the knock on the door, Alistair Zucker glanced up.

Celia peeked her head in, clutching a small stack of files. "Uncle Alistair, are you busy?" she asked, wielding the familial title like a weapon of innocence.

"No," Alistair said, closing his laptop. His gaze fell on her, his brow furrowing slightly. "Why the files?"

"Is the new project manager pressuring you?"

Celia waved her hand. "No, nothing like that. I just ran into a few things I didn't understand while pushing the project forward today, so I wanted to ask for your help."

Alistair nodded, gesturing for her to come closer.

Celia walked up to him, opened the files, and slid them across the desk. "Could you walk me through this?"

She pulled up a chair beside him, and with pen in hand, Alistair began to break down the contents of the document.

His explanations were detailed yet simple, easy to digest, and Celia listened intently.

"What about this part?" Celia asked, pointing to a line of text.

"That means—"

Plunging darkness abruptly cut off the rest of his sentence.

The second the room went pitch black, the girl flinched. Her hand, which had been resting on the files, instinctively reached out and grabbed his.

Alistair's pupils contracted slightly, but he didn't pull away.

"What happened?" she asked, her voice trembling.

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