Chapter: 61

Norah's phone still showed no response from Derek. Frustration crept in. Was Derek playing games with her? She had always been kind to Derek, driven by her previous feelings for him.

But now, with Derek leaving her for Madeline, any affection of their bond had vanished. Derek's nerve to mislead her with messages, leaving her waiting in the court for more than thirty minutes, irked her deeply.

Norah was not one to sit idly by. Before taking on her position at the hospital, she made sure to handle her personal matters efficiently.

After more than an hour of driving, the car stopped in front of a grand office building.

The skyscraper, boasting over 30 stories and clad in blue glass, and from a distance, one could see the company name on the surface-Nexa Tech.

Norah guessed this was just one facet of Sean's vast business empire.

The Scott Group had its hands in various industries, and their deep- rooted aristocratic heritage meant they had plenty of money to spare.

It was rumored that Sean was keen on venturing into the technology industry, and this company appeared to be his passion project.

The car's engine quieted to a halt.

Norah, seated in the rear, stayed put. “Do we have any extra umbrellas?" she asked.

Phillip quickly offered, “I've got one, and so does Mr. Scott. Miss Wilson, I can brave the rain for you if needed."

Norah dismissed the offer with a wave and said, "No, that's alright."

Phillip was about to follow Sean into the office, needing to keep up appearances.

"In that case, I'll hang out in the car until Mr. Scott sorts things out." Norah chose to stay put in the car and nodded at Sean. "Thank you, Mr. Scott," she acknowledged.

Sean glanced at her and said, "Do I seem like one of Miss Wilson's subordinates?"

Norah straightened up, saying, "Certainly not."

"Come with me then."

Back under Sean's umbrella, Norah felt a twinge of uncertainty. Why was she under Mr. Scott's umbrella once more?

Beside her, Sean's towering form commanded attention. Worried about possibly getting on his nerves by lingering too close, she shifted away to the side.

"If you keep moving, you might as well not be under the umbrella at all." Sean's playful tone came through as he shifted the umbrella slightly toward Norah.

Phillip, umbrella in hand, trailed behind them and glanced up. He spotted Mr. Scott, half his shoulder getting wet from the rain, still adjusting the umbrella toward Norah, who was fully shielded.

Phillip remembered Sean's silence when he chose to park in the public lot earlier. It was then Phillip realized the special consideration being given.

Sean entered the company lobby and passed the black umbrella to Phillip.

Two women in smart attire were at the reception desk. Their eyes brightened at the sight of Sean. Spotting the woman beside Sean, they looked intrigued.