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Caleb replied, "Alright, I agree to this!"

In the city of Craestin, an MPV stopped in front of the hotel.

Joe and Paul stepped out of the car. They had just returned from the airport. All flights to Jipsburg had been canceled that day.

They had only learned about the cancellations after arriving at the airport. As such, they had no choice but to return to the hotel.

This hotel was a brand under the Martin Group, and it always reserved a suite for Joe. Just as they entered the elevator, the doors almost closed when someone pressed the open button. A person entered the elevator. The hotel had a high occupancy rate. At first, they didn't pay much attention to whether the newcomer was a man or a woman.

Joe was focused on his phone, while Paul already knew who Joe was chatting with. It was after work hours, so he was likely talking to Skylar.

Originally, he should have been heading home, but now he wasn't. Paul couldn't help but imagine that Joe was probably disappointed. Not only could he not go home as planned, but he also wouldn't be able to see his wife. Just as Paul was thinking about this, the people who entered the elevator suddenly greeted them. "Mr. Martin? Mr. Ziegler? What a coincidence! I thought I was mistaken. You two are here in Craestin as well."

Alban said his face full of surprise

and excitement as he looked at Joe and Paul. It wasn't uncommon to see them in Jipsburg, but running into them in another city was truly a rare coincidence. en

Joe looked up and gave Alban a brief, indifferent glance. "Quite the coincidence."

"Yes, Mr. Rowe, what a coincidence," Paul said, smiling, though his mind was filled with suspicion.

Lately, Alban seemed to be

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frequently. Given the size of Alban's company, the chances of them collaborating with their group were slim. Even if there were

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collaborations, they were usually small-scale projects.

Sometimes, when things happened too coincidentally, it felt as if they were intentionally arranged.

Alban was a large man, occupying almost two spaces in the elevator. He stood in front, blocking the view, and anyone standing behind him was almost completely obscured.

The faint scent of orchid perfume

from the woman lingered in the elevator, barely noticeable yet still present. Paul, being tall, could clearly see the person standing behind Alban.

She looked familiar.

It was Elsie, the woman who resembled Skylar to some degree.

Elsie looked up at Joe, her face flushed. Then she noticed Paul's gaze. She glanced back at him with a subtle recognition.