If even Wade couldn't persuade him, then she certainly had no standing or credibility to do so.
When Noreen left the Harcourt residence, it was snowing again, heavier than last time.
She only stood for a moment, but a thin layer of snow had already accumulated on her head and shoulders, and the tip of her nose was slowly turning red from the cold.
The weather forecast had predicted a harsh winter this year.
It seemed to be true.
A week before the New Year, Noreen was back at the office, working overtime.
In their group chat, Wilbur tagged everyone and asked if they wanted to go skiing in Switzerland for the holidays.
Noreen said she couldn't, as she had to stay with her mother and also complete the coursework Halley had assigned her.
Eason Clayton said he had to go home for arranged dates.
Marcus Selwyn, the devoted husband, was naturally spending the time with his wife.
Henry Brooke was the last to reply, saying he was busy and couldn't make it.
Wilbur shot back, "What could you possibly be busy with?"
The comment wasn't particularly malicious, but it was certainly insulting.
Whether from anger or something else, Henry didn't reply.
Finally, Wilbur announced dejectedly, "If none of you are going, then I won't either. I'll just go to Rivercrest City and hang out with Noreen."
"I don't have time to hang out with you," Noreen said.
It wasn't that she was being rude; she was genuinely drowning in work.
Juggling family, career, and studies, she was working around the clock, with sleep measured in seconds. Where would she find the time to entertain him?
But Wilbur replied, "It's fine. I'm also coming for the wedding of the Omniva Bank president."
Noreen paused.
Dylan Wilder was getting married?
So soon?
He had just gotten engaged a month ago.
Just as Noreen finished her morning meeting, Sophia knocked on the door to announce a visitor.

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