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    Upon returning to the office, Cam’s eyes unconsciously drifted to the man in the room. Connor


    was engrossed in hisptop, his attractive features reflecting his intense focus.


    Secondster, Cam shifted her gaze back to her work, focused and determined.


    The productunch was set for Friday. Thepany was preparing to go public, making thisunch


    especially critical. There was no


    room for error.


    That day, Cam was so busy she barely had time to drink a ss of water. When she finally looked


    up, it was already six o’clock, and she had dinner ns with Emily at seven.


    Soon after, Connor emerged from his office. “Time to head out,” Connor said, standing in front of


    her with hisptop in hand.


    Cam met his gaze, whispering, “I have ns tonight.”


    Connor’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, clearly displeased. “What ns?” His tone carried a hint of


    irritation.


    Cam forced a smile and whispered, “I’m having dinner with your mom.”


    “Dinner with my mom?” Connor repeated, puzzled.


    Cam nodded, exining, “Yes, we agreed to meet at the ‘Old Charm Bistro.”


    Connor seemed surprised. After a moment of silence, he said, “Okay, let’s go together.”


    “Together?” Cam blinked in surprise.


    “Aren’t you going to pack up?” Connor tapped on her desk.


    Promptly, Cam gathered her things.


    Soon, they arrived at Old Charm Bistro and walked into the restaurant together. She immediately


    spotted Emily, sitting by the window, gracefully sipping a cup of coffee.


    Cam approached, smiling, “Hi, Ms. Emily.”


    Emily looked up, and upon seeing Connor, a surprised expression briefly crossed her face. But she


    quickly regained herposure and said with augh, “It’s supposed to be a girls‘ night out, and


    here you are crashing the party.”


    “You chat. I’ll eat,” Connor said, pulling out a chair to sit.


    Cam, feeling somewhat awkward, pulled out another chair and sat down.


    “Well, thanks to Cam, you’re here with us, so you’re picking up the tab,” Emily joked.


    Connor nodded, grabbing the menu.


    “Ms. Emily, this is for you,” Cam said, presenting a prepared gift. “It’s nothing expensive, but I


    hope you like it.


    Emily’s face lit up as she took it. “Thank you. It’s the thought that counts.”


    She eagerly opened the gift box, pulled out the shawl, and lit up. She draped it over her shoulders


    and turned to Connor. “Son, look, doesn’t it look nice?”


    Connor nced and responded nonchntly, “Yeah, it looks good.”


    “Cam has great taste,” Emily turned back to Cam with praise. “What brand is this?”


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    “Mom… Connor nced at Emily, hinting that asking about the brand was a bit impolite. He knew


    Cam’s sry couldn’t cover high–end brands.


    *Don’t misunderstand me. I’m just asking because my friends will definitely want one when they see


    how beautiful it is,” Emily exined.


    Cam, feeling a bit embarrassed, said, “Ms/Emily, I made it myself. I hope you don’t mind.”


    Connor paused, looking at Carn.


    “You made this yourself?” A glint of surprise appeared in Emily’s eyes. “This looks even better than


    anything I’ve bought in stores. She raised an eyebrow at Connor, seemingly boasting. This is what


    my future daughter–inw made by hand, jealous much?” Cam shyly replied, “I’m d you like


    it.”


    “Of course, I absolutely adore it!” Emily’s face was full of joy as she closely examined the shawl,


    “Cam is truly talented.”


    Cam smiled awkwardly, feeling both pleased and a bit overwhelmed by the praise.