Crippled Luna's Farewell Half A Life Without My Alpha's Deadly Deception novel Chapter 155

“Understood,” Sarah replied.

She had noticed the courier package sitting on her desk earlier but hadn’t bothered to open it yet. Now, she walked over and carefully unwrapped the package.

Inside were the real estate certificates, pristine and official.

After sending Vincent a message confirming she had received them, she placed the documents into her locker without a second thought.

Her priorities lay elsewhere tonight.

After a quick shower, she let the warm water wash away her fatigue, her mind already shifting to the tasks awaiting her tomorrow.

…

The next morning, Sarah drove to work, her thoughts already occupied with her schedule for the day. As she neared the building where STARLINE Studio was located, she prepared to turn the corner toward the underground garage.

That was when she saw him.

Cole’s car was parked near the entrance, his window slightly lowered. He sat inside, unmoving, watching the surroundings with an unreadable expression.

Sarah’s brows knitted together.

What is he doing here this early in the morning?

If she recalled correctly, STARLINE Studio had no scheduled meetings with Cole today.

As she pondered this, Cole spotted her car. Without hesitation, he stepped out and walked toward her.

Sarah exhaled, bracing herself as she rolled down her window. “Cole,” she greeted. “Did you come here for something?”

Cole’s sharp gaze locked onto hers, his thoughts from the night before still fresh in his mind.

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he studied her expression, as if searching for something. Finally, he spoke.

“Last night,” he began, his voice measured, “in front of the hotel, I saw you, Leo, and Mr. Colton.”

Sarah blinked at the abrupt statement. She was about to ask what he meant when he continued, his next words more pointed.

“You’re a student of Mr. Colton’s too, aren’t you?”

For a brief moment, silence stretched between them.

Sarah froze.

For the briefest moment, her breath hitched, and a flicker of hesitation crossed her face.

But it was enough. Cole caught it. His sharp eyes, always scanning, always searching, glimpsed the truth buried in her reaction.

He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice so only she could hear. "A few of the famous designs in STARLINE Studio… did they come from you?"

Sarah's fingers curled at her sides, but her expression remained unreadable. She had spent years perfecting the art of restraint, of masking her emotions behind an unshakable facade. But inside, a storm brewed.

Cole doesn't know much about fashion design, but he has heard of “Saturn's Skirt,” the most famous example of STARLINE Studio's design.

Who was Sarah, really?

He had always assumed she was just another talented designer, diligent and intelligent, yes, but not someone who had rewritten the rules of the industry before even reaching adulthood.

Now, standing in front of her, he felt as if he were looking at a stranger.

But admiration swiftly followed the shock.

Cole met her gaze, his voice steady. "I won’t tell anyone."

Sarah studied him, cautious. She had learned not to trust easily, had learned that secrets had a way of slipping from even the most well-meaning lips.

But there was something sincere in his eyes, something solid in the way he said it.

So she didn’t argue. She simply nodded, then turned away.

After a busy ten days or so in a row, this morning, Sarah had to pick up a collaborator at the airport.

She tried her best to cheer up as her client's plane arrived at the airport. Just as she was about to walk up to greet the guest, she saw a familiar figure appear behind the collaborator.

A familiar energy that made the air feel heavier, sharper.

Sarah's lips parted slightly, her body going still.

Then, slowly, she lifted her gaze and met Arnold’s dark, unreadable eyes.