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Atlas earlier that day. The memory of his piercing gaze and chiseled features lingered, making her feel uneasy. She packe

rrupted her thoughts. The caller's identity

old her exactly who was on the other end of the line: Caden Reed. His eyes had lingered on

htful gesture, Mister Reed." She paused, her curiosity getting th

orton Industries. Do you work there?" His question hinted at a deeper

man. Women fawned over him, eager to catch his attention. But Caden's interest was fleeting, and he quickly grew bored with the same old routine. That was until he met Riley.

k to her computer screen. She swiftly wrapp

iley's office. The door was slightly ajar, and the bright light spilling out

iley's table, noting the expensive labels. Riley didn't seem like the ext

food containers. His eyes narrowed, and a spark of possessiveness ignited within him. Why did the sight of that rose bo

. Atlas's emotions churned and his face darkened. He pivoted on his heel, storming out

tlas's outburst? She replayed their conversation in her mind, wondering if she had inadvertently pr

s's turbulent eyes scanned the room. Jaxon discreetly tapped Hunte

expression inquiring. "Trouble with

for someone to become... fixated after a singular encounter?" His qu

erspective. "For some people, a single, passionate encounter can spark a strong desir

t was possible that his reaction was driven by a desire to

t might be Caden, she initially ignored it, sensing his ulteri

oing on?" But instead of Caden's smooth ton

Norton said, his tone firm but laced with concer

sed, that's all." She knew Senior Norton's fondness for her stemmed

discuss something with you. Can you come by the o

ondered what prompted the personal invitation

ansion at noon." Atlas's gut twisted with annoyance, assuming the summons was related to his estranged wife. He was temp

away, quickening his pace. He was determined to create distance between them. Hunter's word

prestige. The estate's manicured lawns, adorned with meticulously trimmed hedges and vibrant flowers, stretched as far as the eye could see. The mansion

int of sarcasm danced on her lips as she approached Riley. "Well, well, well, look what we have here," Charlotte said, her voice

fined features caught her off guard. Beside Charlotte, Willow Norton, Atlas's cousin, eyed Riley with a mixture

dated notions of superiority," she replied, her voice smooth as silk. "But I suppose some things never chang

till didn't measure up to their family's standards. Her polished exterior notwithstandin