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Leo hesitated, scanning the page again as if confirming something.

"You could say that. Bran isn't just any applicant... he's the third son of the Dark Pack Alpha. His family expected him to be a diplomat, maybe even an economic strategist for the pack. But two years ago, he abandoned everything and switched to jewelry design. It caused a massive uproar.”

Nora blinked in surprise. That explained a lot... his confidence, his refined

speech, and his boldness. He wasn't just a promising designer; he was a runaway noble.

"His family's still looking for him," Leo added, lowering his voice. "They'd never expect him to sneak into STARLINE Studios for a job."

Nora frowned, tapping a pen against the desk. She didn't care about pack politics, but she did care about

talent.

Bran had potential, but was his defiance a sign of reckless impulsivity or genuine passion?

"I don't care about his background," she finally said. "If he can prove himself, he stays. If he's here for some personal drama, I won't tolerate distractions."

Leo chuckled. "Spoken like a true leader."

Meanwhile, Bran sat alone in a quiet café. His sharp jawline and piercing eyes made him stand out even in a room full of stylish professionals.

Though a few women eyed him with interest, none dared approach.

His rigid posture and the coldness in his expression made it clear... he was in no mood for company.

As he stirred his untouched coffee, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He picked it up without checking the

caller ID.

"How did the interview go?" A playful voice came through. "Did Nora fall for your charms? Or did she see right through you?"

Bran didn't respond, merely twirling the spoon in his cup.

The voice on the other end continued, a mocking lilt in his tone. "You should try a different approach. Make her fall for you. And then... "A low chuckle. "Destroy her. Teach her what happens when someone like her thinks she can ignore you."

A flicker of something unreadable passed through Bran's eyes.

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He clenched his jaw, then hung up without a word. His fingers drummed against the table, the tension in his shoulders evident.

Just then, the café door swung open.

A familiar figure entered, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Linda.

She spotted Bran immediately, walking toward him with a wry smile. "Finally, you."

Linda's anger simmered just beneath the surface as she stared at Bran, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. He stood there, impassive, leaning against the wall with an air of indifference, his hands casually tucked into his pockets.

His dark eyes didn't waver under her glare, but his silence only made her more frustrated.

"You ran off to Silvermoon Pack without a single word," she accused, her voice sharp. “Your family was worried sick, thinking something had happened to you! And now you just show up again as if nothing happened?"

Bran's expression didn't change. He merely exhaled lightly, as if he found the entire confrontation tedious.

Linda clenched her fists, wanting to press further, to call him out for being reckless, but something about his stance... the way he tilted his head slightly, his lips pressed into a firm line... made her hesitate.

He wasn't going to explain himself.

Instead, she exhaled sharply, shifting the topic. "Fine. You don't want to talk about that? Then let's get straight to the point." She took a step closer, lowering her voice. "I know why you really came back here."

For the first time, Bran's gaze flickered with interest, but he still didn't speak.

Linda continued, her tone a mixture of understanding and annoyance.

"You came back for the technology at STARLINE Studios, I understand that. It makes sense.

"But what I don't understand is why you want to hang out with Nora. You didn't have to screw her over for me, make her fall in love with you, and then abandon her. Bran, you don't need to get involved in this, I'll take care of it myself."

Bran finally looked at her, his dark eyes locking onto hers.

His expression was unreadable, but there was something unsettling in the way he observed her, silent and unblinking.

Linda shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. She had known Bran for years, yet sometimes, she couldn't

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tell what he was thinking at all.

He wasn't impulsive... far from it. Everything he did had a purpose, a calculated reason behind it.

But when it came to his emotions, he was like a closed book, revealing nothing. Feeling slightly self-conscious, she lifted a hand to her face, touching her cheek as if checking for something out of place.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" she asked, her tone more defensive than she intended.

Bran blinked once, then finally spoke, his voice flat. "I'm leaving."

Linda straightened. "Bran..."

But he didn't wait for her response. He turned on his heel and walked away with long, decisive strides.

"Wait!" she called, hurrying after him. "I'm not done talking..."

Bran ignored her completely, stepping into the elevator without a second glance. The doors slid shut, cutting off her protest.

Downstairs, he headed straight for his car, but as he reached for the door handle, he noticed someone sitting inside.

Arnold.

The older man sat comfortably in the driver's seat, watching Bran with an amused expression.

"Long time no see," Arnold said, his voice smooth, almost lazy.noveldrama

Bran didn't reply immediately. He simply regarded Arnold with a brief glance before turning back toward the building.

As he did, his gaze landed on Linda, who had followed him down in frustration.

With an unreadable expression, he said curtly, "Take care of yourself. Goodbye." Linda froze, caught off guard by the sudden farewell.

Before she could gather her thoughts, Bran slipped into the passenger seat, and Arnold started the car.

She stood there, frowning deeply as she watched them drive away. Something about Bran's attitude bothered her... something off, something unreadable.

But she couldn't put her finger on it.

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**The Next Day**

When Nora arrived at work, she immediately noticed an unfamiliar bouquet of

flowers sitting on her desk.

The soft yellow petals of the roses contrasted against the cool, professional tones

of her workspace.

She tilted her head slightly, examining them with a neutral expression.

Yellow roses... symbolizing apology.

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