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    Sigh, I was saving this painting for the next generation. How could you just give it away?” Peter said


    with a hint of resignation in his


    Volce.


    1 gave it to our future daughter–in–low,” Emily replied with a smile, her hand firmly sped in her


    husband’s.


    “Cam?” Peter asked, a touch of surprise in his voice.


    “Who else could it be?” Emily winked yfully, exuding confidencé..


    Peter shook his head, bemused. “You always have to have your way, don’t you?”


    “It’s not about having my way. It’s about fate.” Emily continued, “I feel there’s a strong bond between


    Cam and Connor. Out of all your paintings, she loved that one the most, and it happens to be the


    only one Connor helped create.”


    “Alright then.” Peter patted Emily’s hand gently, smiling. “Hopefully, the painting will find its way back


    to our home.”


    “What are you two talking about?” Connor entered from the main house, a light smile on his face.


    “We’re discussing whether my painting wille back to us,” Peter joked.


    “What do you mean?” Connor looked puzzled.


    “I ran into Cam at the art show today.” Emily nced at her son, her smile barely perceptible, as if


    hiding a secret.


    Connor paused, a slight frown crossing his brow, his demeanor slightly edgy. He went to pour


    himself a ss of water, took a sip, and asked nonchntly, “Who was she with?”


    “She was with…” Emily drew out her words, her smile widening. “She was with…”


    Connor’s grip on his water ss tightened, his gaze sharpening.


    “She was alone.” Emily quickly added, noting her son’s reaction.


    subject.


    Connor rxed, his expression smoothing out. “Mom, how did you run into her?” Connor changed


    th


    kled. “Besides, you should remember whose territory this is.”


    “Oh, I just happened to spot her.” Emily


    Sheughed again. “Cam is a fan of your dad’s work.”


    Connor, taken aback, showed a flicker of surprise. “Dad’s fan?”


    ”


    “That’s right, she’s very interested in your dad’s artwork, so she specifically came to the show to


    admire it,” Emily exined.


    “Oh.” A smile crept onto Connor’s face. “I’m going to change. Dinner is ready.”


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    On Monday morning, after arranging her schedule, Cam went to Connor’s office to report. “Mr.


    Connor, I’ve organized the itinerary for this afternoon.”


    Cam handed him a schedule listing the times and locations for each event. She continued, “The


    official gship store at Ivywood Mall has been renovated. We can inspect it at two this afternoon.”


    Connor examined the schedule carefully.


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    “n and I will go this afternoon. Call me if you need anything,” Connor said, setting down the


    schedule.


    “Alright.”


    After Cam left, Connor leaned back on the sofa and lit a cigarette.


    Later that afternoon, Connor, apanied by n, headed to Ivywood Mall. Howard was waiting


    at the entrance, his face brightening


    as he saw Connor’s distinctive car arrive. The driver expertly parked, and n followed closely as


    Connor stepped out with ease.


    Howard looked around, but when he didn’t see Cam, a tinge of disappointment crossed his face.