Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1495

Chapter 1495: The Woman Who Got Carried Away

Just as she was lost in thought, it was exactly three o'clock. A respectful greeting cfrom the entrance, "Mr. Norwell."

The woman turned her head upon hearing the sound, only to see Tristan entering through the door.

His custom-made suit accentuated his perfect figure, his strides were swift and decisive, and the light, aloof, and distinguished

aura exuding from him deeply attracted her.

Seeing him, Camille's weary and anxious mood vanished, her eyes and heart were full of him, "Mr. Norwell."

"Miss Camille, we meet again." Tristan's French was excellent. His gaze lightly swept over her, "Please sit."

His words were polite and official, devoid of any personal emotion.

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The woman laughed.

Tristan took a seat on the sofa. He heard her whisper to her personal assistant in French, "You can wait outside. Close the door."

"Yes." The female assistant turned and left, leaving only Tristan and her in the spacious reception room.

Tristan was calm, his face unruffled.

From the moment he entered, Camille's gaze had not moved away from him, filled with admiration and joy.

"Thank you for remembering my love for the scent of jasmine." The woman breathed in, feeling elated with each passing second.

"Have you read the contract?" Tristan asked in Chinese, completely ignoring her topic.

Camille took a seat opposite him, feeling no embarrassment. Her eyes were full of flirtatious laughter, "Of course, | have

meticulously read it three times. | see no issue, whatever you say goes. | am very willing to cooperate with your company again."

"Since there are no objections, let's sign the contract." Tristan took out two copies of the contract and placed them on the coffee

table, handing her a pen.

The woman glanced at him, feeling a bit disappointed. It was too formal.

She had no choice but to pick up the contract and look at it. She found that the places for their signatures had already been

signed. Camille did not hesitate at all, after all, it was a win-win cooperation, so she signed her nreadily.

"Happy cooperation." Tristan took one of the contracts. As he rose, he said, "Your expenses in Arkpool City these days can be

reimbursed by my company."

"Tristan!" Camille quickly stood up, "Where are you going?"

Tristan paused and looked at her. The woman realized that it was inappropriate to ask in such a way, so she smiled and took a step

towards him, her tone as gentle as water, "Are you leaving already?"

Had they met for less than two minutes?

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He raised the contract in his hand, indicating his confusion, "What else?"

The woman deliberately blocked his way, then looked at him with admiring eyes, finally resting her gaze on his handsface,

"Tristan, you've becmore handsome, increasingly embodying the charm of a mature man."

Her tone was particularly ambiguous, and her intentions were clear.

Tristan looked at her indifferently. She had fair skin and a full figure, but he didn't give her a second look. In front of her, Tristan

remained unflinching.

"Oh, right." Tristan suddenly remembered something and asked, "France is a romantic country. Can you convey sFrench

romance to me? Like... how to confess to a girl?"

This matter was on Tristan's mind.

Upon hearing this, Camille was overjoyed. Her gaze at the man beceven more ambiguous, "A sense of ceremony, a full sense

of ceremony! Every girl has a princess dream. If you can make her dream ctrue, then you will definitely be her prince!"