Aiden Sinclair slowed his pace, and Clara Jacobs, who was a step behind, quickened her steps to catch up.
Nina Walsh drew nearer, the smile on her face growing more distinct.
Aiden Sinclair stopped in his tracks. Clara Jacobs, also spotting Nina Walsh approaching them, nervously clutched his arm.
"Aiden, Ms. Walsh looks so beautiful today."
Aiden Sinclair tore his gaze away, staring into the distance with an air of utter indifference.
Just then, Nina Walsh brushed past him, heading straight for someone behind them.
"Young Master Preston, I'm sorry to have you meet me here." Nina Walsh waved at Milo Preston, who had just walked in.
Clara Jacobs glanced back and sighed in relief. "So, she dressed up for Milo Preston. He has a thing for beauties in classic cheongsams."
After she spoke, Clara Jacobs looked up to discreetly observe Aiden Sinclair's expression. His face stiffened for an instant before a look of disgust and contempt took its place.
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