After I left Alpha father and son went crazy with regret novel Chapter 172

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Cole’s response was immediate and firm. “Brigitta joined the company on her own merit. It has nothing to 

do with me.” 

Linda’s lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. She found it amusing that Cole would say such a thing. 

To her, it was obvious, he was simply being reserved, acting as if he had no involvement while secretly keeping an eye on Brigitta just as she had asked. 

“You don’t have to be so modest,” she teased. “I appreciate it, Cole.” 

But before she could continue, Cole’s voice turned cool and detached. “I have something to deal with. Let’s 

talk another time.” 

And with that, he severed the mind–link. 

Linda sat still for a moment, staring at the empty space in front of her. 

A subtle sense of dissatisfaction settled in her chest. Normally, she was the one controlling the rhythm of a conversation, deciding when it began and when it ended. 

But Cole had cut her off as if her words held no weight at all. 

She exhaled slowly, her nails tapping lightly against her desk. 

There was no rush, if Cole was keeping his distance now, she would simply find another way to close the 

gap. 

Meanwhile, Cole sat in his office, his fingers loosely gripping his phone. 

He hadn’t actually had anything urgent to do, he had simply wanted to end the conversation with Linda. 

His thoughts were elsewhere, and as soon as he disconnected, he acted on them. 

He dialed a familiar number. 

At STARLINE Studio, Nora was reviewing a set of data on her computer when her phone buzzed beside her. She glanced at the caller ID and picked up without hesitation. 

“Cole?” 

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The moment he heard her voice, the tension in Cole’s shoulders eased slightly. 

“Abby hasn’t seen you in a while,” he said, his voice carrying an unmistakable softness. “Do you have time this weekend? Let’s set up a time to go out together.” 

Nora glanced at her screen, where rows of figures and reports blinked back at her. She had a tight 

schedule ahead. 

“I’m not available for the next two days,” she said honestly. “Is next week okay?” 

Cole lowered his eyes, the brief flicker of anticipation dimming slightly. “It’s fine. Next week, then.” 

“Good.” 

There was a pause, perhaps a brief moment where Cole had more to say, but before he could, Nora took his agreement as confirmation and hung up, returning to her work without giving it another thought. 

Cole remained seated, his phone still in his hand. He knew Nora hadn’t rejected him outright, but her 

casual, matter–of–fact response left a slight feeling of disappointment in his chest. 

She didn’t seem to be thinking about him nearly as much as he thought about her. 

He sighed, leaning back In his chair, knowing he would have to be patient. 

Nora worked tirelessly for the rest of the evening, her focus unshaken until the clock struck past ten. Only then did she finally shut down her computer and prepare to leave STARLINE Studio. 

But while she buried herself in work, the rest of Silvermoon’s high society was gathering elsewhere. 

Tonight was a significant event, Arnold’s grandmother’s birthday banquet. 

It was a grand occasion, and nearly every influential figure within the Silvermoon Pack had gathered in 

the hall. 

Executives, business leaders, noble families, all of them were present, exchanging pleasantries and strengthening connections. 

But Nora? She had deliberately chosen not to attend. 

She had no interest in mingling with that crowd, in standing among people who measured worth by status and lineage. 

The thought of enduring forced conversations and polite smiles held no appeal to her. 

Instead, she had sent her gift through Leo. 

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Leo, despite belonging to the noble Franklin family, was an exception among them. He had never cared about inheriting his family’s business or maintaining their prestige. 

Instead, he had built his own path from the ground up, carving out a name for himself independent of his family’s influence. 

Leo walked alongside his family into the grand banquet hall, his posture relaxed but his gaze sharp, scanning the sea of well–dressed guests. 

? 

The chandeliers above bathed the hall in golden light, reflecting off the polished marble floors. 

As expected, it didn’t take long for him to spot Alpha Arnold and his son, Alex. 

It had been at least two or three years since Leo had last seen Alex, and now, standing before him, the boy’s resemblance to Arnold was even more pronounced.