Chapter 89

Tangie strode purposefully towards the conference room, her heels echoing against the marble as if determined to halt the world around her.

Uncle Bernard stood by the doorway, his tall frame leaning against the glass door. As the clinking sound of Tangie’s heels neared, her feminine yet possessive scent of jasmine and sandalwood filled the air, preceding her entrance like an enchanting aura.

Uncle Bernard’s gaze softened as he watched her approach, a mixture of admiration and hope clouded his eyes.

Finally, Tangie and Mr Mathew stopped before him, their gazes met in a brief moment of understanding.

“Do you want to talk about that dream of yours, Uncle Bernard?” Tangie asked, a small smile graced on her lips.

Tangie always had great admiration for her Uncle Bernard, he was the first person in the Sullivan’s family to ever stand up to Lord Sullivan. Well, not for long, because sooner than expected, he was crippled by his father’s vices and dragged back on his knees.

“Oh, I’m too old fo
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