Chapter 49: The Boss Wants to Date?

There was a special atmosphere between the two, making it hard for Harper to intervene. Although they interacted naturally like friends, Harper couldn't shake the odd feeling. The boss usually wore a stern, icy expression. Harper had never seen the boss act this way with anyone. It was as if he were a peacock in mating season, constantly exuding charm. Harper glanced at Irene's beautiful face, and a bold thought popped into his head. Could the boss be interested in romance? Harper dared to take a quick look at Stefan, only to be met with a cold, piercing glance that made him lower his head immediately. Meanwhile, Madame Kashi happily brewed a pot of tea, inviting the three to drink. After tea, Irene saw them to the door, coincidentally meeting Yuna returning from the supermarket. Yuna leaned in mysteriously, "Irene, who are those two? Is that your boyfriend?" Irene laughed lightly, "No, just ordinary friends." Yuna lowered her voice, looking at the man in the luxury car, "He must be interested in you, coming all this way to see you. You should go for it, he's rich! Your grandma could live a life of luxury with you!" Irene sighed, "Yuna, how do you know he's rich?" "That's a Maybach!" Yuna pointed to the luxury car leaving a trail of exhaust. Irene, seeing Yuna's money-obsessed look, said nothing more. She smiled gently and turned back inside. "Who was that? That was a luxury car! Oh my God!" "Were they looking for Irene or Dora?" "Definitely Irene! Dora is so lucky!" Irene looked outside, puzzled. Hadn't Stefan just left? Why was there still a luxury car outside? At that moment, a familiar figure knocked and walked in. It was Barton’s assistant. He looked anxious, and his eyes lit up when he saw Irene, "Miss Irene! Do you have time now? I need your help with something urgent!" Several thoughts quickly passed through Irene's mind. Barton’s assistant was likely here for some private detective work. As he hurried to the car, he explained, "The one in trouble is the elder master’s wife’s sister, Miss Alice Raphael. She attempted suicide a few days ago but was discovered by the maid. The psychologist couldn't uncover the real reason for her attempt. Raphael doesn't want the FBI, police, or public media to know about this. Young Master Palmer recommended you." Irene nodded, her mind turning over several ideas, "Your seventh miss should be about the same age as Miss Alice, right?" Barton’s assistant sighed, "Yes, we have childhood photos. We got information about the seventh miss recently, but the search has been difficult." Irene's expression remained unchanged as she said, "I see." She wasn't too concerned about the Norman family's matters. What intrigued her was why a girl from a wealthy family would attempt suicide. Because of love? Or some other relationship issues? There were too few clues, and she could only speculate for now... She’d find out more later. For the reputation of the private detective agency, this was a good opportunity. Meanwhile. At the Rose Private Club. A black sedan stopped at the entrance, and the driver opened the door for a girl to step out. She wore a custom-made white chiffon long dress with a Grecian belt around her waist, a white lily in her hair, and a brand-new designer necklace worth millions around her neck. Her skin was exceptionally pale, giving her a frail, sickly appearance from a lack of sunlight. A well-dressed woman in her thirties opened the door first. The people inside the club glanced at her. Professional attire, high-end custom bag, the type of successful businesswoman commonly seen in the club. But this woman merely opened the door and then stepped aside as if waiting for someone to enter. The girl walked in slowly, carrying a bag. Everyone turned to look at her. Though the people in City A were familiar faces, they had never seen this girl before. Even her speech, in fluent French with a soft, rolling accent, left them a bit dazed. The club's staff hurried to greet her. The girl bowed her head slightly, her long hair covering her expression. The efficient woman in front of her made the introductions. The girl looked around at the décor with indifference, naturally waiting for the woman to handle things before extending her hand to be led forward. "Who is that? Never seen her before!" "No idea, but she seems important! I've never seen such a distinguished girl!" "The woman who opened the door is an assistant from the Norman family! I recognize her!" "Norman family? Really from them?" Helen, among the wealthy ladies, put down her wine glass in confusion, "Isn't the Norman family without any daughters? I've heard all the new heirs are boys." "She’s related to the Norman family somehow!" A wealthy lady replied dismissively. Since Decker was imprisoned, everyone had been avoiding Helen, fearing their families would get implicated. Helen had been feeling both uncomfortable and bored at home. This time, she had finally secured a spot at the Rose Club and had even invited a few people, offering to host. Cass David, who dealt in jewelry, usually ignored Helen, but mindful of Helen's and her husband’s family presence in City A, she said lightly, "This one isn’t from the Norman family, but she’s close." Seeing someone knew the truth, several people pressed Cass David, who smiled and explained, "She’s the sister of Gray's wife, the eldest son of the Norman family. She’s been raised by the Normans and is practically one of their own." Helen nodded immediately and called for the waiter to bring desserts and drinks. She felt very envious. Although she was in the circle of wealthy people, it wasn’t on the same level as those truly rich. Like buying bags, they might buy a few costing tens of thousands to switch around. But that girl, her necklace alone was worth millions. "Miss, please follow me to the private room," the waiter said after whispering to the efficient woman earlier. The girl glanced at her manager, "Where is my brother-in-law?" The manager smiled awkwardly. The girl was smart. Before the manager could lie and bring her over, she already knew. The girl looked at her manager. Though she didn’t speak, the waiter could sense her displeasure. But the manager didn’t give in. She smiled warmly but spoke firmly, "Miss, there’s no harm in checking. If you feel unwell, we’ll leave immediately, okay?" The girl looked at the manager, and after a few minutes, nodded slightly.