She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 472

Lillian shook her head. "I'm honestly not sure about the current state of Holt's voice. He hasn't used the company's recording studios lately. But he actually has a gig nearby today—he's shooting a magazine cover. I can have someone take you over there to see him."

Figuring she had nothing pressing to do that afternoon, Loyce decided to go. But the moment she stepped out of Blossom Hospital, she bumped right into Hank Lonsdale.

"Hank? What are you doing at the hospital?"

Hank smiled. "Forrest has been swamped lately. The exploration team that was with him in the incident is recovering here, so I'm visiting on his behalf."

The toxins from the mineral vein were far nastier than typical injuries and required a much longer recovery period. Loyce nodded in understanding. "Makes sense. I'm actually heading over to see how Holt's voice is doing."

Holt was at a trendy cafe just a few blocks away. With the guidance of Lillian's assistant, it only took them a few minutes to walk over.

The cafe was closed to the public for the shoot. Lillian's assistant exchanged a few words with the security guard at the door, who immediately ushered the two of them inside with profound respect.

The lighting inside was meticulously arranged, creating a sultry, high-fashion vibe.

Holt was posing with Yolene, shifting through various expressions as the photographer directed them. He was as devastatingly handsome as ever, though there was a new, brooding quietness in his eyes. Between flashes, he barely interacted with anyone.

Hank rested a hand on Loyce's shoulder, and they stood together in the shadows of a corner, choosing not to interrupt.

Loyce watched Holt, her gaze lingering specifically on his throat, analyzing him like a clinical puzzle.

Even standing off to the side, Loyce and Hank were far too striking to go unnoticed. Holt's eyes kept darting toward Loyce's corner, almost as if he was trying to confirm she wasn't an illusion.

This distraction threw off the rhythm of the shoot. The photographer lowered his camera. "You're losing focus, Holt."

"My apologies." Holt immediately tried to reset, but his momentary lapse had already affected Yolene. Yolene, of course, had also noticed Loyce and Hank standing in the shadows. Seeing how close and affectionate they looked sent a tidal wave of jealousy crashing through her.

Yolene couldn't believe this girl had the nerve to show up here. And what was the deal with Hank Lonsdale? It had been ages—how was he not bored of her yet?

Consumed by her petty jealousy, Yolene completely lost her edge for the camera.

The photographer, sensing the dead energy from both models and unhappy with the vibe of the photos anyway, sighed. "Let's take ten."

The makeup artists and assistants swarmed the set, but Holt bypassed them entirely, making a beeline for Loyce.

Hank, knowing Loyce wanted to check Holt's throat, let his hand drop from her shoulder.

Driven by an ugly, impulsive urge, Yolene flipped her phone to selfie mode, making sure her face was framed perfectly, and called out to the retreating man. "Holt!"

Holt paused and glanced back. "Yeah?"

Yolene threw up a peace sign and flashed a brilliant, manufactured smile. "Let's grab a quick selfie for social media! Great job just now. We'll reset and crush the next set."

Holt didn't think much of it and gave a brief nod.

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