At least Noe was still willing to give him that chance.
Noe looked at Palmer, a teasing smile ying on her lips. "So, you don’t have to do this."
Palmer lifted his gaze to meet Noe''s. Her eyes shimmered, looking at him as if she were a
celestial being from the heavens above, her gaze imbued with a captivating magic that threatened
to pull him under.
Palmer chuckled softly, reaching out to lift Noe off the bench.
"It''s alright, we''re friends. And if you ever need, my six-pack and pecs are yours to poke."
"Is that so? Being Mr. Pock’s friend seems toe with its perks."
Palmer looked at the girl standing next to him. "Of course, after all, you''re my only friend right now."
He didn''t want her to get the wrong idea - that he was this generous with all his friends.
"I don''t have any friends of the opposite sex that I''m this close to, so Noe, you can rest assured."
Noe raised an eyebrow. "Does that mean you have friends of the same sex you''re this close to?"
Her eyes sparkled with cheeky and cunning amusement, bright and lively like a butterfly in the
garden.
Palmer was momentarily stunned, but seeing theughter dancing in Noe''s eyes, he realized she
was only teasing.
"Not really. Work keeps me so busy; I hardly have time to make friends."
Before meeting Noe, Palmer''s lifecked color and social engagements.
As they walked towards the resort vi, Noe’s chin was up, her steps lively.
Palmer always exuded a calm and strategic air, unhurried, as if everything was under his control- a
natural born leader. Walking beside him, Noe didn''t feel ufortable. Instead, she felt
thoroughly cared for by Palmer in every way!
Having just agreed to start as friends, Palmer maintained a polite social distance, which added a
warm touch to Noe''s heart. Yet, his gaze lingered on her, always present and attentive.
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By the shore, Helen had caught several fish.
Palmer could tell that most of them were caught by the male models Megrez had brought along, yet
somehow they all ended up on Helen’s fishing line, eliciting heartyughter from her- bright and
cheerful.
One of the male models supported Helen, saying, "Madam, you''re truly amazing! Please have
something to eat before you continue. We''d be heartbroken if you got tired."
What was handed over was Helen’s pillbox, and she happily took her medication.
Watching Helen take her medicine and restfortably with thepany of the male models,
Palmer felt a sense of relief.
"This service from Pris Star is really something."
Suddenly, Megrez appeared, handing Palmer a QR code with a sycophantic smile.
"Mr. Pock, we wee your investment! Our main focus is on caring for the elderly, and we help
keep their secrets too!"
Palmer caught the hidden meaning behind Megrez''s words.
"What did Grandma tell them?"
"Oh, quite a lot! As a family member, you have the right to know, but thates with a different
price."
Noe looked at her subordinate helplessly. "Is thepany short on cashtely?"
She remembered the two entertainment subsidiaries under Pris Star were thriving, with
numerous top-tier actors in their roster. Even if they weren''t making a fortune daily, they shouldn’t
be strapped for cash.
"It wasn''t until Yasbel had topensate for breaking a drama contract! We''ve sued the production,
but that''s a separate matter. The director knows several luxury brand ambassadors, and Yasbel has
had to pay quite a bit recently. It''s infuriating; this director also snatched a lot of resources from
Yasbel. The schedules of our other artists have also been affected! Mr. Pock, as you know, we''re
a legitimatepany,w-abiding citizens! We’re not those shady businesses; ourpany is a
model taxpayer..."
Noe raised an eyebrow, quietly watching Megrez''s performance.
These issues had gued Yasbel since the beginning of her career. Upon her debut, Yasbel
encountered the darker aspects of showbiz and ended up physically confronting a director, skillfully
avoiding vital areas but leaving him incapacitated for months. Yasbel entered acting out of passion,
not necessity.
Listening in, Palmer, with his distinguished profile and regal demeanor, took a special interest
because it involved Noe’spany.
"Alright, I''ll invest. Send me yourpany''s proposal when you can. If it''s a good fit, I might
increase my investment."
"Yay! Mr. Pock, you''re ourpany''s guardian angel. No, our god of wealth!"
Megrez quickly added Palmer as a contact and left clutching his phone, not wanting to intrude on
their moment.
"Boss, I''ll leave you to it. Don''t want to interrupt your lovey-dovey time!"
He had seen how cozy and cute Noe and Mr. Pock were together. Mr. Pock was even
unting his charms in front of her!
Their boss was legendary!
Megrez realized that Noe allowing Mr. Pock to be so close to her was all to attract investments
for Pris Star! To go to such lengths for thepany''s growth- truly the epitome of a modern-day
capitalist.
Upon receiving the investment transfer, Megrez quickly sent a screenshot to the Pris Star group
chat.
[Look, this is all thanks to our boss''s man, so no need for dividends! After all, Mr. Pock''s money is
as good as the boss''s!]
Noe, seeing the messages on her phone, could only shake her head in resignation.
"You didn''t have to invest; they would have managed. Yasbel has Jasper to help, and our legal
department isn''t just for show."
"I''m a businessman, interested in any promising project!" Palmer remainedposed, his stature
dignified, as if the investment was just a minor affair.
If it hadn''t been for the hefty sum involved, Noe would have thought he just stepped out for
groceries.
There was a subtle twinkle in Palmer''s eyes, his lips curving into a modest smile.
"Or perhaps you’re worried that I''m getting the short end of the stick? Rest assured, my knack for
investments is pretty solid; I haven''t been wrong yet."
He suddenly stepped closer. "Whether it''s judging projects or people, I''ve never missed the mark."
Feeling Palmer’s imposing aura drawing near, Noe retorted, “If Mr. Pock isn’t worried, then why
should I be!”
With that, she turned and walked away without looking back, her departure swift like a startled
rabbit.
Behind her, Palmer''s deepughter echoed.
...
At the resort''s infirmary, Garrick had changed into fresh clothes and was lying on the bed, while his
assistant busily dried his damp hair.
He looked a bit frail, but thankfully, it was nothing serious.
The years had caught up with Garrick, and the reservoir''s chilly and deep waters had left his face
red with cold.
Jacob looked at Garrick, rubbing his hands apologetically. “I’m so sorry, Garrick. My mom’s getting
on in years; her eyesight’s not what it used to be. She didn’t see you there. Bless her, she was just
out for a bit of fishing. Who knew she’d identally bump into you like that.”