Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 376

“I don’t buy it either…”

“Dude, maybe keep your voice down.”

“If Sandra Taylor isn’t the one, did Mr. Morris’s protégé even show up tonight? Where are they hiding?”

The guests were buzzing with speculation when Mr. Morris finally pulled his gaze away from Sandra Taylor.

His look was icy, and when he spoke, his voice was as flat as unsalted mashed potatoes. “Can I help you?”

He didn’t even bother reaching for his wine glass, just leaned back in his chair, cool as a cucumber, not giving Sandra the time of day.

But Sandra wasn’t fazed. She pasted on a bright smile and said, “Oh, it’s nothing really. I’ve just admired you for such a long time.”

“Back in the day, everyone in med school talked about you. Your reputation in the medical world is legendary, Mr. Morris. Even outside the field—heck, my friends from Boston have heard of you!”

Mr. Morris’s expression didn’t budge, not even a twitch.

He replied, deadpan, “There’s no need for flattery. I’m not nearly as impressive as you make me out to be.”

Sandra turned up her theatrics. “Oh, come on! If you weren’t so incredible, why would there be a line out the door at your clinic every morning? Don’t be so modest.”

Without waiting for a response, she lifted her glass. “Mr. Morris, cheers to you. I’ll drink to that.”

She downed her champagne in one go, then finally got to her real point. “It’s a little crowded here, not the best place to talk. But later tonight, we’ve reserved a suite at the Lakeside Resort—hot tub and all. If you have time, we’d love for you to join us for a proper chat.”

The nearby guests nearly spit out their cocktails. Was Sandra Taylor really on such familiar terms with the legendary Mr. Morris?

Everyone assumed he’d accept the invitation.

But he didn’t.

Jordan frowned at Walter’s comment, and the room grew tense. Everyone remembered the online drama. Now that these people were face-to-face again, you could practically feel the anticipation for tonight’s fireworks.

The guests fell silent, all eyes on them.

Camila Davis stood quietly off to the side, pretending none of this concerned her, blending into the wallpaper. But she’d noticed Mr. Morris’s mood before anyone else—she knew he was already annoyed that she’d married Jordan Smith, and now here he was, being reminded of her past mistakes.

She sighed inwardly. It wasn’t her fault, but she’d probably end up on her mentor’s bad side—again.

Finally, Jordan Smith broke the silence. “With all due respect, Mr. Wilson, regardless of who developed the system, The Smith Group holds the patent. Sandra’s not wrong.”

Walter rolled his eyes. “True, but let’s be honest—does The Smith Group have nothing to show off but other people’s work? Last year at the tech summit, your big win was thanks to Camila’s invention, not yours. And now, you’re trying to cozy up to Mr. Morris with her research again.”

He shot Sandra a withering look. “Ms. Taylor, do you really enjoy riding on someone else’s coattails just to steal the spotlight? Aren’t you old enough to stand on your own two feet? Or do you just assume Mr. Morris doesn’t pay attention to the news, so you can pass off other people’s achievements as your own?”

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