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CHAPTER TWELVE

"Where's Alistair?" I inquired upon approaching Rue at breakfast the following morning while she set the table.

Having awakened a few hours earlier, a sense of guilt lingered over me for my previous behavior, compelling me to seek him out and offer my apologies. However, my attempt to locate him in his room proved futile, and I was taken aback. Considering the untouched suit on the table, I deduced that he was somewhere within the Mansion.

Despite having a personal assistant to manage the company affairs, Alistair wasn't one to remain idle at home. This observation was based on my experiences over the past few days spent with him in the mansion. While he may not outwardly appear as such, Alistair was undoubtedly a workaholic. This revelation led me to ponder how he managed the demands of his workload, a stark contrast to my own energy levels, as I would find myself exhausted in a similar scenario.

"Oh, he's in the garden," she replied with a faint smile, and I nodded, though uncertain
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