Never See You Again

“Mr. Brooks, please don’t worry. Let’s have a seat and enjoy the show, Gaby said, walking over with a composed smile. 

Sergio frowned and asked, “Why are you only now telling me that Maeve isn’t feeling well? 

“Even though Ms. Scott is unwell, it won’t affect the show, and she insisted on proceeding,” Gaby replied, her words carrying a hidden message. 

Larry, standing nearby, inquired, “Mr. Brooks, are we still leaving?” 

Sergio remained silent. 

“Mr. Brooks, the show is about to start. A bit more time surely won’t hurt.” Gaby leaned closer and whispered, “Ms. Scott will be here soon. Rest assured.” 

Sergio’s tightly furrowed brow relaxed slightly at her words 

By then, the guests and judges had already arrived. 

“Mr. Brooks, Mr. Jefferson, such a pleasure to meet you!” Many people came forward to greet them. 

Sering that Sergio had decided to stay, Gaby retreated and breathed a sigh of relief. 

Maeve had deftly shifted the responsibility to her, and it was none other than Sergio standing before her. Her future at Hackett Group would be uncertain if she truly angered him. 

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Several female trainees at the backstage craned their necks to glimpse the scene outside. Sergio and Conner sitting together created a striking sight. 

Smoothing her hair, Wendy walked confidently toward them. 

“Mr. Jefferson, Mr. Brooks, I’m Wendy Owen, a trainee here. My father is the chairman of Hackett Group 

Wendy added, “Mr. Jefferson, we’ve met before.” 

Conner, ever the gentleman, nodded and responded, “Best of luck for the show 

“Thank you, Mr. Jefferson!” Wendy beamed. 

Sensing an opportunity, the other trainees eagerly approached to greet Conner and Sergio 

“Mr. Brooks, we’re on the same team as Marve. We saw you picking her up from the company last time,” Dorothy chimed in, staring at Sergio with admiration. 

Sergio remained indifferent, barely acknowledging her presence. 

Feeling slighted, Dorothy continued, “It’s a pity Maeve isn’t here today. She disappeared last night. We’ve no clue what she’s up to. She gets picked up by bury cars every day. We’re all so jealous of her” 

Her insinuation was clear, suggesting Marve was being kept as a mistress 

Sergio’s brow furrowed as he asked coldly, “What are you trying to say?”” 

“I–I didn’t mean anything. I just think Maeve is so lucky to have a good husband like you, Mr. Brooks. If it were me, I’d never want a divorce.” 

Sergio retorted icily, “You’re not worthy to compare yourself to her.” 

Seeing Sergio’s displeasure, the director swiftly intervened, scolding the trainees, “Don’t you have rehearsals or preparations to attend to? Get back to work!” 

Intimidated by the director’s rebuke, the trainees promptly backed away. 

The director apologized profusely, “Mr. Jefferson, Mr. Brooks, I’m terribly sorry. These new trainers are still learning the ropes.” 

Sergio and Conner said nothing, their demeanor clearly reflecting their discontent.