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    She nced at the caller ID—Brian.


    Rachel took the call, her voice trembling slightly with nerves. “Hello?” Their conversations had mostly urred during his visits. Apart from that, they hadn’t exchanged messages or calls since he pledged the White Group’s support. This would be the first time they spoke since then.


    “Have you had breakfast?” His voice was gentle as ever, but if one listened closely, there was a subtle hint of exhaustion.


    “Have you?” Rachel responded.


    On the other end, Brian removed his gold-rimmed sses and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m overseas, so it’s evening here. But I’ve already had dinner.”


    “Oh, so you’re on a business trip?”


    “That’s right. I flew straight from your cest time.” A brief silence followed his words.


    “You sound tired,” Rachel remarked tentatively. “Are you swamped with work these days?”


    Brian chuckled. “You really know me well, huh?”


    “What time is it over there?”


    “Almost midnight.”


    No wonder he sounded weary.


    “Then you should rest. No matter how hectic work gets, your health should alwayse first.”


    Brian’s smile deepened, and just like that, all the fatigue seemed to leave his body.


    He really was tired before he called. He hadn’t yet recovered from the jetg and had to dive straight into an intense workload. It had been tough. Yet, in the midst of all that, he found himself debating whether to call Rachel or not. A part of him feared she might be upset with him and refuse to answer, or that if she did, her responses would be short and clipped. In the end, the overwhelming yearning won out, and before he knew it, he was pressing the call button.


    Her concern for his well-being warmed his chest, and he suddenly felt invigorated.


    “Alright. Once I finish up here, I’ll head over to see you.”


    “Okay,” Rachel replied.


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    Her agreeable response had Brian’s blood boiling with anticipation. Just then, a voice over the PA system interrupted their conversation. “Next, Ms. Rachel Marsh!”


    “Are you outside?” Brian asked.


    “Yes, I have to go now!”


    “Rachel Marsh? It’s time for your blood test, please hurry.”


    Brian heard every word. “You’re at the hospital?” he asked, his voice filled with concern. “Are you ill?”


    “It’s no big deal, probably anemia. I’m just here to get checked,” she replied.


    “Alright, you’d better get to it. Let me know what the results are, okay?”


    “Okay, bye!” she said, and the call ended.


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