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Chapter 146 No Answer

Bella settled herself first, then, wearing a khaki trench coat, shel headed to the office building where Andrew worked.

The weather in Mesquite was much more pleasant compared to Las Vegas, with a hint of sea breeze in the air that slightly relaxed

her mood.

Andrew’s company was located in a famous CBD area, where the tall buildings‘ windows offered a beautiful view of the bay.

Walking on the street, Bella’s steps were firm, though a trace of unease lingered in her heart.

She looked up at the towering skyscraper, silently telling herself to persist no matter what.

The shops and cafes lining the street were bustling with urban energy and vitality.

People hurried along, their conversations and the noise of traffic blending into a symphony of city life.

Bella took a deep breath, trying to immerse herself in a moment of calm. Her fingers trembled slightly in her coat pocket, revealing her inner tension and anxiety.

The glass façade of the high–rise reflected the sunlight, dazzling and bright.

Bella stood before the office building, looking up at the grand structure, knowing she was about to face an important

conversation that could change her life’s course.

Her heart raced, and she could almost hear the sound of her own

heartbeat. She silently encouraged herself to face whatever outcome with courage.

Andrew, having finished his work, exited the building and saw Bella

across the street.

She was wearing a khaki trench coat, her hair loose, with a simple white T–shirt and jeans underneath, and white shoes, looking both relaxed and stylish.

This sight reminded Andrew of the first time he saw Bella, her eyes full of innocence and purity, as if she didn’t belong to this mundane. world.

The once innocent girl had now blossomed into a stunning beauty, even with a mask on, her beauty was unmistakable through the

crowd.

Her gaze carried a new maturity and determination, as if she had been through many trials.

Without his assistant, Andrew walked through the crowd to her. Bella looked at him, standing in front of him.

“Waiting for me?” he asked with feigned surprise, a hint of teasing. in his eyes.

“Yes,” Bella answered simply, her gaze steady and unwavering.

Instead of arranging to meet at a café, Bella went straight to the hotel where Andrew was staying.

Entering the hotel lobby, her steps were firm though she felt a bit nervous inside.

She knew the importance of this conversation and that she needed to stay calm and confident.

The hotel lobby was spacious and bright, with luxurious décor

giving a sense of grandeur.

Bella’s steps were firm, each one boosting her morale.

She glanced at the central crystal chandelier, its brilliance seemingly guiding her direction. She walked to the front desk, politely asked for Andrew’s room number, and then headed straight to the elevator.

“Does the long–term relationship you mentioned last time still stand?” Bella asked directly, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty

and hope.

Andrew raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing Bella, his gaze assessing and exploring.

“Missing a man?” he asked, his tone playful and teasing.

Bella looked at him calmly, not backing down, “My condition for maintaining a long–term relationship with you is that you keep your sister in check.” Her voice was firm.

Andrew had seen the video; the black outfit looked really good on

her.

Many netizens said Bella was irreplaceable, even her past movies. and TV shows were well–received, with no scandals or bad acting.

She was indeed the ideal spokesperson in Mr. Donald’s eyes.

Bella hadn’t expected that Claire, usually a troublemaker, would help her this way. She felt a mix of gratitude towards Claire and a sense of treasuring this opportunity.

However, gifts often went unappreciated.

“What makes you think I’m short of women around me?” Andrew sneered, his eyes filled with disdain and provocation.

Bella responded with a calm “Oh,” then said, “Sorry to bother you.”

She had only brought a bag, so she left as easily as she came, picking up her bag without looking back, her steps firm, showing her independence and determination to Andrew.

Andrew sneered, a hint of surprise and admiration in his eyes. Her stubbornness was still the same as before.

Bella hailed a taxi, but after a few minutes, Andrew’s car forced the taxi to stop by the roadside.

The driver was a bit panicked, while Bella calmly watched Andrew step out of his car.

Andrew pulled her into his car with an air of determination that

brooked no refusal.

The car parked in the hotel’s underground garage. Andrew’s actions spoke louder than words about his decision.

His kiss was domineering and possessive, making Bella’s heart flutter, but she didn’t resist. She knew she had to reach an agreement with him this time.

At six in the evening, Eurasia Jewelry’s official media platform announced the news: Bella was their new spokesperson.

Yvonne smiled upon hearing the news, a smile mixed with relief and pride, as if all the anxiety and anticipation had been alleviated at that moment.

She immediately picked up her phone to call Bella, eager to share the joy and offer congratulations. However, the phone rang

endlessly without an answer.

At that moment, Bella was being held by Andrew, her legs

struggling and dangling in the air, making it impossible to answer

the phone.

Yvonne concluded Bella was probably busy and didn’t call again.

When Yvonne returned home, she saw a heartwarming scene.

Little Emma, wearing a pink scarf and gloves, was building a snowman in the yard with Benson.

The natural winter chill had turned Emma’s cheeks rosy. Yvonne couldn’t help but roll down the car window to let in a bit of cold air, lifting her spirits.

Emma’s squinted eyes sparkled with joy, a genuine happiness that felt warm. In the distance, in Emma’s gaze, a woman stood thoughtfully by the window, her back leaning against the glass, with moonlight pouring out behind her, illuminating her face and the wall.

Her eyes held a mix of tenderness and concern, as if

contemplating something profound.

Yvonne parked the car, unbuckled her seatbelt, and opened the car door.

Seeing Yvonne, Emma joyfully ran over. “Aunt Yvonne, you didn’t come home last night, I missed you.”

Her voice, pure and transparent, was filled with deep affection and a bit of a pout. “I had a social event last night and came back very late,” Yvonne said, taking off her coat and handing the sweets she bought to Emma.

Seeing the cloud–like sweets, Emma’s eyes lit up with delight. She took them and ran happily towards Benson, as if she had received the world.

Yvonne then looked at Benson, “Why are you here?” Her clear voice

Chap 14 No Answer

carried a hint of puzzlement and dissatisfaction.

“Delivery,” he replied.

He realized that if he didn’t come, she wouldn’t take the initiative.

Yvonne looked at him, “Do you think that at my home, I won’t make a scene, is that it?”

“Yes,” he admitted, then put down the shovel, “Let’s stop arguing, okay?”

Yvonne didn’t respond, just listened as he continued, “I’ll behave well and keep a good distance from other women.”