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Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1309
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Chapter 1309 Mr. Norwell's Hidden Intentions Tristan looked up, his expression calm as he looked at the girl who was bowing in front of the desk.

At this moment, Kevin began the introduction, "Mr. Norwell, this is the new assistant, Saskia Holt." Saskia Holt looked up, locking eyes with Tristan's deep gaze.

Their eyes met, and in a flash, Saskia Holt's chest tightened, and her eyes widened in surprise! Tristan, too, was slightly taken aback.

"Have... have we met before?" Saskia Holt blurted out excitedly! Kevin looked a bit taken aback, glancing at her, then at the president.

Tristan put down the file and pen, lifted his chin slightly, his eyes deep and inscrutable.

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Saskia Holt suddenly exclaimed in excitement, "You're... you're Claire's friend!! You drove her to my house!" Tristan seemed to remember something too, because of this girl, Claire had chased a scoundrel on the streets, nearly ending up at the police station.

"..." Saskia Holt's smile froze, as she saw the president's gaze narrow, unable to figure out what he was thinking.

Would Claire have told him about Parker Stone? Unable to handle her own shitty problems in life, would the president... kick her out?? Not allow her to be his assistant anymore.

"..." Saskia Holt pursed her lips, remaining silent, regretting her earlier chattiness.

Tristan's impression of Saskia Holt had dropped significantly, but remembering something, his expression softened somewhat. He waved at Kevin.

Kevin understood, bowed, and turned to leave.

Saskia Holt glanced at Kevin, "..." She was inexplicably nervous. What was going on?? Was the president going to test her professional knowledge himself? By the tSaskia Holt regained her senses, the man in front of the desk had already stood up. His features were finely chiseled, his figure tall and commanding, radiating an innate aloofness.

Saskia Holt looked at him, watching as he walked around the desk, and she instinctively stepped back.

Tristan walked past her, heading toward a spot not far away.

Saskia Holt watched his retreating figure in confusion, then heard the sound of water. In a moment, he was carrying a cup of tea over.

Tristan stopped and held out the teacup to her, "Try my tea." For her?? Saskia Holt was startled again, meeting his gaze, she quickly reached out to take it, "Thank you." She was inexplicably formal.

Tristan pulled back his gaze, put his hands in his pockets, and leaned against the corner of the desk, seeming to have something to say.

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Saskia Holt didn't dare look at him, slowly turning around, feeling the hot teacup in her hand. Awkward! Tristan's gaze shifted slightly, his deep black eyes looking at her again, and he began, "How is Claire feeling?" "Huh?" Saskia Holt paused, meeting his gaze.

Tristan was staring at her unblinkingly, waiting for an answer.

He was asking about Claire? Not testing her professional knowledge? Saskia Holt breathed a sigh of relief and immediately felt less nervous. She took a sip of tea and began to babble, "You mean the thing about her doctor boyfriend bringing another woman hfor the night?" "I was wondering about that! It was such a big deal in the news, | was too busy yesterday preparing for the interview, | didn't get a chance to..." "Get to the point." Tristan interrupted softly.

Saskia Holt stopped abruptly, quickly gathered her thoughts and rephrased, "I called her this morning, she seemed to be doing quite well, she was going hiking with Dr. Watson!" Upon hearing this, Tristan could hardly believe it.

But she had no reason to lie.

Just as Saskia Holt was about to say something else, Tristan interrupted her softly, "l see." His expression was somewhat intriguing.

Saskia Holt, still holding the teacup, was plunged back into awkwardness. She wondered, could the president possibly like Claire?