The Tycoon's Odyssey

Once the cameras finally stopped rolling, she rushed to her next appointment—an ad shoot for a high-profile brand.

The pace was quite fast, moving from one outfit to another, each change accompanied by quick makeup touch-ups and brief instructions from the director. By late afternoon, Suri found herself strutting down the runway, showcasing the latest fashion line in a series of model gigs that demanded poise and grace.

Finally, with the workday behind her, Suri headed for the gym. Despite the exhaustion, she worked out effortlessly, finishing her daily routine with strength training and cardio that helped her stay agile and fit.

Back at her opulent manor, Suri sank into the plush sofa of the living room, sighing as her body ached from the day's demands.

She signaled to a maid, who promptly brought her a steaming cup of Brew Heaven tea—the one with 100% pure Spirit Vitalizing tea, a luxury she savored after her busy schedule. As she sipped the rich brew, she began sorting through a stack of invitations that had accumulated over the weeks.

The pile was diverse, each invitation meticulously crafted…

Charity Gala: A glittering event hosted by a prominent philanthropist, with an elegant gold-embossed invite.

High Society Ball: A black-tie affair at an exclusive venue, the card was adorned with intricate lace details.

Fashion Show: An invitation for a prestigious fashion week event, featuring bold, modern design elements.

Business Networking Event: A sleek, professional invitation promising opportunities to connect with industry leaders.

Personal Birthday Party: A casual yet stylish invite from a close friend, written on a vibrant, hand-painted card.

Amidst the stack of all these invitations, Suri's hand paused on a large, ornate box. The label indicated the sender—Beats from BBSR

Her eyes immediately lit up at the mention of BBSR, a place tied to both sweet and savory memories.

With her Curiosity piqued, she carefully opened the fancy box, revealing a beautifully designed invitation letter inside.

To her surprise, the letter was an engagement banquet invitation from Noah Beats.

What made it particularly intriguing was the absence of the bride's name—an unusual omission for such a crucial event. Suri's mind raced as she wondered if it was a printing mistake or a deliberate choice.

"Noah Beats… I remember him. But not the bride's name? That's odd," she muttered.

Her curiosity deepened, and she smiled. "I don't think it's a mistake," she mused, holding the invitation up to the light. "Noah must have wanted to make a statement. If he left out the bride's name, she must be someone extraordinary."

Suri chuckled softly, "Whoever she is, she's clearly someone he wants to keep a mystery. This engagement just got a whole lot more interesting."

With a thoughtful expression, Suri set the invitation aside. "Well, I guess I'll have to wait and see who this enigmatic bride is. Either way, why was I sent the letter?"

As she continued sorting through her invitations, Suri's mind lingered around until she was interrupted by the maid's voice.

"Miss, your Tea…"

Suri reached a hand to take a cup of tea and savored the comforting warmth of her Brew Heaven tea. The maid, who had just delivered the cup, lingered near the door, her eyes drifting over the piles of invitations and paperwork scattered across the coffee table.

"Miss, I think you should consider hiring another manager," the maid suggested cautiously, though her tone was tentatively firm.

Suri's expression stiffened slightly. She shook her head, her voice resolute. "No need for now. I'll look for someone suitable when the time comes."

After what had happened with Maria, she had no intention of keeping snakes around her.

With a dismissive wave, she sent the maid on her way. Alone again, Suri took another sip of her tea, feeling the refreshing warmth invigorate her after the long day. She closed her eyes momentarily, basking herself in the moment of calm.

As she looked at the tea, a beautiful smile slowly spread across her face as her mind wandered to the engagement invitation she had received earlier.

'Noah Beat's…'

According to her investigations, Noah was the same person who had consistently tried to undermine Evan. This realization led her to a sudden thought, Evan would likely be invited to the engagement by Noah with bad intentions.

A wave of nostalgia washed over her as she recalled the last time she had seen Evan and the next moment, her heart skipped a beat. "It's been so long since I've met him," she mused, her thoughts drifting. "I should work on clearing my schedule and take some time off. A vacation sounds perfect."

Suri's mind raced as she considered her next steps. "But will he agree to meet?" she wondered aloud.

But that was when an idea struck her, and her eyes brightened. "Hmm! I should ask Aunt Celina. I'm sure she and her little girl would help me arrange a meeting."

A bashful smile appeared on her lips as she imagined the time she might spend with Evan again. The thought of reconnecting with him filled her with a mixture of excitement and anticipation, making her feel more hopeful about the future.

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Meanwhile, in his sleek, modern home office, Amit Sharma's frustration reached its peak. The brightly lit spacious room, adorned with modern furniture and floor-to-ceiling windows offered a view of the city.

Despite the elegance of his surroundings, Amit's mood was anything but calm.

He paced back and forth, his face darkened with anger. The quiet of his office was broken only by the occasional rustle of paperwork and the faint hum of the air conditioner.

Amit suddenly stopped and turned to the man standing nervously before him, his voice laced with irritation. "Is Evan dead or alive?"