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Deputy Director was particularly merry after a few drinks and had just enjoyed a performance. He was about to invite the performer to join him when he noticed Curtis whispering to one of his subordinates. Moments later, the subordinate approached the woman, asking her to enter the adjacent

room.

With her guitar in hand, Xenia rose and followed Caleb out of the room, casting a lingering glance over Curtis' ruggedly handsome, carefree face.

Deputy Director watched with jealousy as Caleb led the enchanting woman away. He knew the implications of such a move at a dinner party, especially with someone as striking as Xenia.

His mood soured at being outmaneuvered, especially by Curtis, but given Curtis' standing and position, he couldn't make a scene. The Richardson family was powerful, and even he had to show Curtis due respect.

With jest and sarcasm, he commented, "Mr. Richardson seems in high spirits today. That actress is stunning, even more so than the lead in our local Stonebridge theater troupe. It seems we have hidden talents among us."

Curtis responded coldly, his eyes narrowing. "Not that as I can see, but there certainly are plenty of mice around."

Deputy Director detected the chill in his voice but couldn't pinpoint its origin. Curtis had been all smiles before the performance began.

The dinner was only halfway through when Curtis, ever unpredictable, put down his utensils and stood up. "Need to handle something. Please continue without me."

"Hey, are you wearing your locket again?" Amy's eyes sparkled with curiosity as Leanne walked into the hospital.

"It's been blessed anew," Leanne replied with a smile, handing coffee to her and Donna.

"You seem in high spirits lately," Donna noted, chuckling along. "Since you patched things up with your husband, you've been sweeter than ever." Ever the romantic, Amy rested her cheek on her hand. "If I had a husband that handsome, I'd be sweeter than honey." NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

"Go to sleep," Donna teased, bursting her bubble, "You can get a hottie in your dream."

After a busy afternoon, Leanne was poring over the schedule and calendar, trying to figure out the best time to take her annual leave. She and Curtis had planned two honeymoons, both thwarted by bad weather or misunderstandings. She hoped nothing would come up this time.

Her phone rang with a call from Joy as she was marking the dates. "What's up, Joy?"

"I'm sending you an address. Get here now! Immediately!" Joy's tone was sterner than usual, causing Leanne's heart to race. "Are you in trouble?" "I'm fine," Joy reassured her, "Just come over. We'll talk in person."

The address was for a trendy new bar known for its fusion cuisine and secret performances by renowned actors from the Stonebridge theater troupe. Confused but hurried, Leanne grabbed her things and dashed downstairs.

Joy was waiting at the entrance and pulled Leanne along without a word. "Come with me!"

As they walked, Joy quickly explained. She had come with her supervisor to meet a client, and the place was not only famous for its food but also had a secret menu item, the live theatrical performances. If they were lucky, they might see a famous actor.

As they were being led to their private room, Joy spotted Caleb escorting a woman in a tight dress, holding a guitar, into room 266.