Chapter 239

Jealousy? Vincent always saw himself as above emotional entanglements, certain he could maintain his composure even when it came to matters of the heart.

Even when Hannah had been constantly surrounded by admirers before their marriage, he had never let it get to him because he trusted that her heart belonged to him alone.

But somewhere along the line, the sight of other men around Hannah began to gnaw at him. It started with Felix entering Hannah's world while she was still his wife.Back then, though, he only felt mild annoyance.

After their divorce, something in him changed.

Whether it was Felix's open declaration of love or the relentless gossip tying Hannah to Miles, Vincent found himself trapped in a whirlwind of emotions he couldn't control. He hated the feeling. After all, he'd built his life around control, and this left him rattled.

Right then, the final notes of the music faded away.

Vincent's hand fell away, and Hannah slipped from his grasp at last. The question about jealousy hung unanswered, but it no longer mattered to her.

The gala pressed on, and Vincent stood by, his gaze cold and distant as he watched Hannah walk away.

In the days that followed, Hannah immersed herself in work, determined to leave everything else behind.

Things mostly ran smoothly, except for one hitch.Felix kept avoiding her.

Hannah knew he was still smarting from what happened at the dance. Her rejection had been unmistakable, and there wasn't much more she could say. At a company meeting, Nova Tech began discussing the push for international growth, which meant sending team members abroad to open up new markets.

Expanding into overseas markets was nno small feat,and it would demand years of effort, not just months.

When Hannah first brought up the idea, the room fell silent. She understood why. Uprooting one's life for work was no small ask.

Right as Hannah was about to suggest tabling the discussion for another day, Felix, quiet until now,suddenly broke his silence. "I'll go."

The whole room turned, caught off guard.

Felix's voice rang out again, steadier this time. ＂門handle the foreign markets."

Hannah looked over at him, searching his face."Have you thought it through?" He gave a firm nod. "Yes." For a moment, Hannah weighed her options. From a purely business standpoint, Felix was talented and gutsy, the obvious choice for the job. She quickly made the decision. "Alright, it's settled then. Let's wrap up for today."

The decision was made so quickly that it left everyone else in the meeting momentarily stunned before they slowly began filing out.

Rising from her seat, Hannah offered Felix a supportive pat on the shoulder. "Safe travels. You'll do great."

"| figured you'd try to talk me out of it," Felix said quietly as Hannah was already halfway to the door.

Hannah paused for a moment, silent, and then continued on without a word.

Felix remained behind, a faint, bitter smile playing on his lips.

When the day of Felix's departure arrived, senior staff from both Nova Tech and Polaris Tech gathered at the airport to see him off.

Felix bid them farewell, lingering at the gate until the last possible moment.

Everyone there could tell who Felix was really hoping to see, but in the end, she never showed.

Some distance away, Hannah watched the scene unfold, standing apart from the group and out of their sight.

Her assistant, unable to hold back tears, sniffled beside her. "Ms. Scott, aren't you going to miss him?"

"We're not saying goodbye forever. I'm proud of him -he's headed toward bigger opportunities." Hannah watched Felix disappear into the boarding tunnel,silently wvishing him success from afar.

As soon as he was gone, Hannah put on her sunglasses and pivoted without a second thought."Let's get moving. There's work to be done."

Nova Tech had just rolled out their latest project-a smart athletic wear line called "VelaCore." Hannah had set up a meeting to pitch it to the Fontaine Galleria's procurement director. On the green at an exclusive Dorbarrow club,dressed in a clean white athletic outfit, Hannah strode beside Forrest Acosta of Fontaine Galleria as they made their way down the seventh fairway.

Forrest tried to sound authoritative, clinging to tired industry clichés. "Ms. Scott, our analysis shows that men still drive most purchases in luxury lingerie.They care more about looks than comfort. Maybe your brand is targeting the wrong buyers?"

As Forrest shared some investigated data, Hannah listened without interruption. "Mr. Acosta." She didn't rush to counter, focusing first on her swing, smooth and effortless, as the golf ball soared in a flawless arc toward the flag.

Her words were even, yet unmistakably firm. "Your interpretation of the data is methodical but lacks precision." Forrest's gaze instinctively shifted elsewhere.

Picking up on his line of sight, Hannah paused,stopping just ahead of him. "Forgive my bluntness,Mr.Acosta, but the way you're quoting statistics and the fact that you haven't really engaged with the product make me question whether you actually have final say on this partnership."

A sharp, knowing smile curved on her lips. "Maybe I'd be better off discussing this with the gentleman waiting at the ninth pavilion, the one who actually understands the real market challenges?"

This strategy was one she'd picked up from Vincent:always follow the real decision-maker.

As their conversation unfolded, she couldn't help but notice Forrest fumbling over statistics, setting off warning bells in her mind. Moreover, throughout the match, his eyes kept drifting toward the ninth pavilion, and in that instant, everything clicked for her.

Eventually, Hannah received an invitation to meet there. When she arrived and started to introduce herself, the man inside turned, slid off his sunglasses, and offered a knowing smile.

Hannah's breath caught-of all people, it was him?