It wasn't until a while later that Noah finally continued walking forward.

"Mr. Noah, is there someone you know in that private room?" asked his assistant curiously.

"Yes."

If it hadn't been for the waiter who'd taken drinks to that room, Noah wouldn't have caught sight of Yvonne's side profile when the door had opened.

It had never occurred to him that he'd run into Yvonne having a meal with Amy when he came out for a social gathering.

"Ms. Miller?" Noah repeated in a low voice, his lips curling into a smile. "This is interesting," he thought. If Katie found out about this, she'd probably be furious.

…

The next day, Amy went to work as usual. Her assistant came to her in a hurry and reported, "Ms. Lawrence, Ms. Jones has come to work."

Looking at how nervous her assistant was, she asked, "Isn't that a good thing? What's with your expression?"

"It's indeed a good thing, but ..." Her assistant scratched her head. "Something seems to be off with her. You'll know it once you