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Chapter 133

Chapter 133

After leaving. Naomi went straight to the Fischer Group. Her primary role was as a designer for Elaine jewelry and also as Shawn’s personal assistant. As his personal assistant, she hadn’t been accompanying Shawn to the Fischer Group for a long time Javier Edwards had disappeared with Victoria, and Rosalind had found a new backer. She couldn’t let them rise again. The person behind Javier was likely Nicolas Quinn.

To replace information on Nicolas, the exclusive database of the Fischer Group was the best place to look. As Shawn’s personal assistant, she was granted many permissions within the Fischer Group

Naomi rushed back to the Fischer Group, and everyone greeted her along the way with a tone of respect and ingratiation. Some even asked for her autograph, and a few daring young ladies requested selbes with her. Naomi agreed to all, maintaining friendly relations where she could. It was easier to avoid trouble when she was amicable.

After dealing with a group of her fans with a smile, she finally made her way to the office on the sixty–third floor. But Shawn wasn’t there. Narni called Chandler on the intercons, and he infosed her that Mr. Fischer was on the sixty–fourth floor.

Naomi thought for a moment and decided to look up the information first. She quickly turned on the computer and accessed the database, where all the information not found online was now right in front of her.

Nicolas’s wife was named Bridget Hopper. They had a business marriage and a daughter named Coca. After their daughter was born, Bridget lived abroad with Coco, and Nicolas would visit them or they would return to Atopan for family reunions. Coco had a facial scar, a birthmark that grew Larger as the aged, covering half her face from around her right eye.

Nicolas found it repulsive and, having no affection for Bridget, stopped visiting them abroad, and forbade them from returning. Over the years, Bridget had sought out numerous doctors, both domestically and internationally, to treat her daughter’s scar, hoping to remove it. However, no doctor, either at home or abroad, dared to perform surgery on her daughter.

Later, Bridget somehow heard about Wilson and searched for him everywhere, but he was elusive and adept at hiding, never allowing her to replace him

Coco Quin was now eighteen years old. Due to the scar on her face, she was self–conscious and introverted, always staying at home. She liked dancing, so Bridget hired a dance teacher to instruct her at home, but when she saw a teacher with excellent temperament and beautiful looks, she refused to learn. Coco had attempted suicide several times but was found and saved by Bridget each time.

Naomi looked at the picture of Coco’s scar that covered half her cheek. If she could cure her, she would gain Bridget’s assistance. Her plans for revenge couldn’t be told to anyone, so she naturally couldn’t rely entirely on Shawn

Naomi exited the database. To meet Coco and Bridget, she would have to go abroad, which required Shawn’s consent. And she needed a good

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Naomi propped her forehead on her hand, quickly thinking about the resources she could use at the moment. She took out the business card left by Jessie, stared at the number on it for a while, and finally store it up and threw it into the trash.

Jessie was Alfred’s subordinate, and she was quite strange. Naomi wasn’t willing to take the risk. Naomi had another option. She was doing Joanna’s work. But Natalie had shown her Joanna’s recent work schedule, which didn’t include going abroad.

The message notification pinged suddenly, and Naomi picked up her phone. It was an email, and after reading it, she smiled.

She needed an excuse, and the excuse just came along. Naomi was the grand prize winner of this year’s International Jewelry Design Competition, and one of the rewards was to study abroad for further education, with all expenses covered jointly by the Fischer Group and the Fowler family, But because it was Naumi, Shawn had taken care of all her expenses by himself, leaving the Fowler family out. After returning home with her new knowledge, Naomi would have little to do with the Fowler family,

Naomi couldn’t contain her joy: she clutched her phone and headed straight to the sixty–fourth floor to replace Shawn. The sixty–fourth floor was as tranquil as always. After swiping her fingerprint to unlock, she stepped into what had become a painting studio from a dance room with shelves lined with rows of ant supplies. A massive table stood in the center, along with a large easel, a complete set of watercolor paints, colored pencils, various art books, several plastic models, and fabrics, not to mention a drawing board and a computer,

Beside it, a refrigerator was set up, stocked with an array of snacks, fruits, and milk, with some instant food at the bottom, and ice cream in the freezer section. Nearby the refrigerator, there was a small coffee table, a hammock on one side, a sofa on the other, along with a coffee machine for her to enjoy some food or beverages. The vast mirror that used to be there was replaced with a large photo of her and Shawn.

As Naomi looked up, she saw the image of herself smiling sweetly at Shawn, which sent a shiver down her spine; the feeling was eerie. She wouldn’t And it odd if it were anyone else, but it was Shawn Fischer, after all.

“Mr. Fischer, are you in here?” Naomi entered the studio, the unique fragrance of the various pigments pleasing to her senses. She picked up the drawing board and took a look; it was a globally limited edition, worth tens of thousands, leagues above what she was using now. The pigments and paper were clearly top–notch. Shawn had always been generous towards her in terms of such things

Unable to hide her excitement, Naomi immediately ran into the inner room. “Mr. Fischer, are you here? But the vast room was empty, with a faint trace of a bloody scent lingering in the air. “Mr. Fischer, are you around!” Naomi headed towards the bathroom and was about to knock when the door was suddenly pulled open from the inside,

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Shawn, his hair damp, had only a bath towel wrapped around his waist. His deep eyes stared at her. “What are you doing, being so reckle

Naomi beamed. “Mr. Fischer. I’ve seen the studio outside.”

In contrast to her excitement, he seemed extremely indifferent, merely giving a “Hmm.”

Naomi didn’t mind Shawn’s endd attitude. Her face was all smiles, her sone cheerful and joyful. “Mr. Fischer, I really like it, thank you?

Shawn scoffed, amusedly looking at her. “Naomi, how are you so sure

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“What?” Naomi’s eyes widened. “If not for me, then for whom?”

Chandler said that no one was allowed on the sixty fourth floor without Shawn’s permission, not even Chandler himself as a special assistant. But she could come and go freely, and Shawn had even recorded her fingerprint in the access control. If that studio isn’t for me, could it be that Shawn has another woman she wondered.

Watching Naomi suddenly stunned. Shawn only found it funny. She wasn’t usually this naive.

“Guess it.” Shawn walked into the cloakroom, took out clothes, and as he was about to change, he glanced at her. Tum around”

“Okay” Naomi obediently turned around, still pondering who Shawn’s other woman might be. Was there a more special woman appearing while I was in Baok! Has Shawn stopped wanting me!‘ Naomi thought, feeling glum; she glanced towards the door and her eyes suddenly brightened, silently cursing herself for being stupid. If it was for someone else, then he wound’t have put their large photo on the wall.

Naomi couldn’t help but smile, her gloomy mood instantly clearing up. Behind her came the sound of clothes being put on, and she couldn’t help but imagine Shawn’s perfect V–shaped physique. She had seen it before, so she d

didnt understand why he was avoiding her now.

Naomi stealthily turned back around. Shawn was in the process of buttoning his shirt, his fingers long and well–shaped, buttoning one by one. Just as he reached the chest area. Naomi’s gaze just happened to catch sight of his collarbone.

Shawn let go of his hands, seeing her lustful look, and simply waved her over. “Come here. Naomi immediately ran to him. “Mr. Fischer, do you need any help!”

“Yes,” he said.

Naomi couldn’t resist looking up at Shawn’s Adam’s apple; it was the most sensual and attractive one she had ever seen. Each time she saw it, she couldn’t help but want to reach out and touch it

In the next second, she reached out and touched his Adam’s apple, and Shawn’s big hand grabbed hers. “What are you doing?”

“I didn’t mean it.” Naomi’s voice was soft, her gaze dodging Just.. touching”

Work properly, or else I’ll spank you,” Shawn released her hand, but his Adam’s apple rolled up and down again.

Naomi quickly buttoned his shirt, but her cheeks were uncontrollably burning up. The longer she spent time with Shawn, the less composed she became. Wilson had warned her not to fall for Shawn, but Shawn was really good to her.

“Naomi, why are you blushing?” Shawn pinched her chin, forcing her to raise her head. “You’re only nineteen, don’t have such dirty thoughts”

Naomi opened her mouth but was too ashamed to say anything

“Ha…” Shawn chuckled softly, his mood improving at this moment. It seems you really are full of dirty thoughts”

“Tm not.” Naomi, annoyed and embarrassed, brushed away Shawn’s fingers that were pinching her chin. “Shawn, I didn’t–Uh. Before she could finish her sentence, his lips met bers.

Shawn embraced her soft and slender waist, pressing her tightly against himself. The kiss deepened from gentle to intense, until both were gasping

for air.

“Clearly, it’s you who has dirty thoughts.” Naomi’s breath was uneven, but she still managed to refute in a fragmented way. “And you’re slandering. Ugh.” Naomi was kissed deeply by Shawn again

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