Chapter: 796

When she had received the photo from Derek earlier, she could tell that there was something going on between them. If it was just a simple friendship, Amabel wouldn't look at Sean with such admiration.

Besides, just hearing Sean's name could instantly fill Amabel with excitement, her eyes shining with affection.

The Hancock Shooting Club was simply seen as a club open to everyone.

If Amabel and Spencer were interested, they could join as they pleased.

Norah replied simply, “It's okay."

Sean's outstanding nature meant it was typical for him to attract several admirers.

People of distinction would often find themselves in the company of peers just as exceptional. While Norah acknowledged Amabel's talent, she knew that love couldn't be orchestrated.

Otherwise, spending copious amounts of time together wouldn't necessarily lead to romance.

"Mr. and Mrs. Powell, why are you standing there? Would you like me to introduce you?"

As Everett glanced back, he noticed Coen and Rhoda standing near the front desk, barely noticeable without a closer look.

Kylee took Everett's wrist and her chin subtly nodded toward Norah.

However, Everett wasn't one to engage in gossip and remained unaware of the connection between Norah and Coen's daughter, which left him puzzled as to why his wife was so insistently grasping his wrist.

“Norah and Susanna are two very nice young people. It would be good for Coen and his wife to have a chat with them," he suggested.

Both Coen and Rhoda felt embarrassed and smiled awkwardly.

They glanced at each other, each racking their brains on how to engage Norah without causing her any discomfort.

Given Susanna's status as a Scott and her wait for Sean, Norah's close connection to Sean was clear.

If Norah was indeed Sean's girlfriend, and speaking poorly of them could provoke Sean to react harshly against the,! Recalling the slight his wife had made towards Norah at the entrance of the restaurant, Coen wished he could reverse time.

The deal had been successfully brokered. Losing it over prior insults would be a deep regret.

Silent, with arms crossed, Norah observed the two approach slowly, her gaze icy.

She might have intended to undermine the cooperation between the Morris family and the Powell family, but without Bryson's support and no deal to discuss with the Morris family, her hands were tied.

Five minutes later, Sean appeared at the corridor's end alongside Phillip.

The receptionists immediately bowed and greeted him in unison.

All eyes in the lobby shifted towards them.

Sean stood tall, clad in a simple white shirt and black pants, his steps measured as he approached, radiating a commanding presence.