And then, to announce the real partnership at an event like this was clearly designed to deliver a crushing blow.
Niamh couldn't help but sigh. It would be a lie to say she wasn't hit hard. She genuinely loved Galactic Echoes and had been incredibly passionate about the crossover project, her mind bursting with ideas for the co-branded designs.
But now... all of it was for nothing.
Niamh turned and walked away, her disappointed silhouette catching Ramona's eye, which only made Ramona's triumphant smile bloom brighter.
Escorted by her bodyguards, Niamh left the international hotel but didn't head back to her country immediately. She needed to think. She spent the entire afternoon lost in thought, and by the time she snapped out of it, the sun was already setting.
Niamh stood on the white terrace of a coffee shop, one hand resting on the limestone railing as she gazed down at the bustling street below. Just then, her phone rang. The caller ID surprised her.
"Preston?"
"It's me... Where are you right now?"
"I'm at a coffee shop in Aldonia," Niamh answered truthfully.
"Did Jonathan call you?"
The sudden mention of Jonathan's name caught her off guard. "...No... but Quentin called me." She remembered Quentin mentioning that Mr. Thomas's assistant had warned them about Ramona, which meant the information must have originally come from Jonathan.
"So you know that the Quinn family from Coralis might be making a move against you?"



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