Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1493

Chapter 1493: Mr. Norwell's Blessing Requested

"Good day, Miss Camille," the receptionist at Clarke Corp greeted respectfully, "Please have a seat. Mr. Norwell will be here soon.

This is your favorite jasmine tea."

"Just leave it," the woman commanded as she sat down on the curved sofa. She took over the room, meticulously adjusting her

clothes, hoping to present her best self to Tristan.

The receptionist poured a cup of jasmine tea and handed it to her with both hands, "Please enjoy."

"When will Mr. Norwell be here?" the woman asked, her chestnut-colored waves bouncing as she spoke. There was no impatience

in her tone, just an eagerness to see him.

The receptionist replied with a smile, "Mr. Norwell will promptly be here at three, as per your appointment. Please be patient."

Camille glanced at him, "Then you may leave for now."

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"Of course," the man replied and left after bowing.

Camille occasionally glanced at her watch, eagerly waiting.

Upstairs, in the CEO's office, the wall clock pointed to two forty-five, fifteen minutes before the scheduled meeting.

Kevin walked in with a stack of documents and was surprised to find Tristan still sitting at his desk, "Mr. Norwell, why haven't you

left yet?"

"I was waiting for you," Tristan replied softly, his eyes falling on Kevin.

He was waiting for him??

Kevin was surprised, was there a problem? He couldn't help but feel a bit nervous.

He hurriedly put down the documents and reported, "Mr. Norwell, | arranged jasmine tea for Miss Camille, and we also sprayed

sjasmine-scented perfin the guest room."

Tristan's eyes changed slightly, "...," he stared at him, displeased.

Kevin cto the desk, feeling slightly shrunken under that gaze. Had he overstepped his boundaries?

"Remember, do not make any special arrangements for her in the future," Tristan said in a light tone. Since it had already been

arranged, he didn't scold Kevin, but warned him not to do it again.

"Understood," Kevin replied, though he was puzzled.

He remembered that this female entrepreneur was hard to please. When Mr. Norwell was still Mr. Clarke's special assistant, he used

to cater to Camille's preferences, helping Mr. Clarke secure a big deal.

But what Kevin didn't know was that Camille had been pestering Tristan for a long tafter that.

Tticked away.

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Tristan didn't seem to be in a hurry to go downstairs. His gaze still focused on Kevin, he asked, "Have you ever been in love?"

Kevin thought he had heard wrong!

Why would he ask that? Had his office relationship been discovered? But... Clarke Corp didn't prohibit office relationships.

Could it be that Mr. Norwell had new rules since taking office?

Just as Kevin wasn't sure how to respond, Tristan had been scrutinizing him for two minutes, "Well? Is it hard to answer?"

"I..." Kevin was helpless, since it would be discovered sooner or later, he might as well confess now, "Mr. Norwell, | am indeed with

Saskia."

A hint of surprise surfaced in Tristan's dark eyes.

Kevin immediately assured, "But rest assured! | swear it absolutely won't affect our work! We will be especially careful about our

image in the company! | hope for your blessing, Mr. Norwell!!"

Tristan stared at him unblinkingly, then nodded, "Don't be so nervous, | never break up lovers. It's not in my favor to oppose Cupid,

| might end up single."