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    The girl An spoke of was his younger sister, Lizzie Vance—someone he often mentioned. Whenever he talked about her, his expression softened, warmth filling his voice, making it clear how close they were.


    “I’ve heard so much about her, but I’ve never actually met her. When she’s back, you have to introduce us.”


    “Of course. She’s looking forward to it.”


    Rachel blinked in surprise. “She knows about me?”


    “Yeah, I’ve mentioned you before. She admires you and keeps saying she wants to meet you when she gets back.”


    After all, Rachel’s brother, Jeffrey, had once been of great help to Lizzie, which was why An had intentionally brought up Rachel to her multiple times. Lizzie wasn’t aware of this, but with Jeffrey no longer around, it seemed only right for her to shift her gratitude from Jeffrey to Rachel. If anything, An truly hoped they could form a genuine friendship—someone to lean on when life got difficult.


    The conversation drifted, yet Rachel’s mind felt weighed down. Brenda’s birthday celebration was happening right now.


    At this point, it was neither too early nor toote to make an appearance.


    If she hadn’t been invited in the first ce, she wouldn’t have cared. But under these circumstances, knowing that An hadn’t shown up either—it might not sit well with Brenda.


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    Rachel hesitated, debating whether to bring it up.


    An, however, seemed to read her thoughts effortlessly. “Just say it. No need to hold back.”


    “Are you going to Brenda’s birthday party?”


    An idly tapped his fingers against his knee. “What about you? nning to go?”


    “She’s my boss, and all my colleagues are there. Since I still have time, I should make an appearance.”


    An stilled his fingers, then said decisively, “Alright, let’s go together.”


    “Sounds good.”


    As the head of thepany, An’s arrival didn’t go unnoticed for long. Brenda’s assistant leaned in close and murmured, “Mr. Vance is here.”


    Brenda raised an eyebrow, pausing for a moment before setting down her wine ss and turning toward the entrance. “Really? I thought he said he was picking up Lizzie and wouldn’t make it.”


    “It’s him. He just arrived.”


    Brenda immediately turned and strode toward the entrance. Her pace was quick, a clear sign of excitement. However, the moment she spotted An standing beside Rachel, she hesitated, her brows knitting slightly.


    As Brenda neared, Rachel quickly stepped forward, holding out her gift with both hands. “Happy birthday. Sorry for arrivingte—work ran over.”


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