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"Are you still seeing Mr. James?"
"Yes!"
"No matter who your boyfriend is, we're still old classmates and friends. If you ever need anything, you can always reach out to me."
"I will!" Emily smiled. "You should get back to work—I need to go, too."
Wilson gave her a charming smile. "Alright, go ahead."
Emily nodded slightly and turned to head back into the private room.
Wilson lingered a moment, a thoughtful expression on his face. After a pause, he took out his phone and dialed. "Allen, it's Wilson."
Back when he was looking for someone to do property design work, someone had introduced Allen to him. They'd met a few times and had a pretty good rapport.
Allen answered with a chuckle, "Mr. Walton!"
After a bit of small talk, Wilson got to the point. "How's Emily been doing at the company lately?"
Allen, still at work, glanced around, then got up and found a quiet corner. "Mr. Walton, did you just run into Emily? Things have been pretty rough for her lately."
"What happened?" Wilson pressed.
Allen described how Emily had been targeted and suppressed at work. "Since you're Emily's friend, Mr. Walton, and I've always admired her, I thought I'd let you know. But please—don't mention you heard this from me."
Wilson's brow furrowed further as he nodded slowly. "I understand. Thank you, Allen."
"No problem at all, Mr. Walton."
Wilson ended the call, his expression even more grim than before, and headed outside.
*
Over the next couple of days, Emily followed Orval from site to site, studying the architectural plans of other properties and listening as he explained the principles of creating an auspicious building.

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