Too Good for You The Ex-Wife You Lost novel Chapter 153

Since Sadie had pleaded so earnestly, Noelle naturally couldn't refuse. She agreed and arrived that evening as promised.

This event was an international networking session, so it wasn't hard to understand why Sadie had been so anxious. A single mistake in translation could embarrass their magazine or even Stonegate itself.

Noelle was immediately sent to meet the guests upon her arrival.

The guest she was assigned to that night was named Carlos, an Erilean. Although his Sidranian was excellent, certain questions about Erilean customs and racing terminology required a translator fluent in Erilean.

Noelle tipped her baseball cap and greeted Carlos. Since she was serving as the translator that evening, she dressed quietly, keeping her appearance low-key to avoid drawing attention.

The moment Carlos learned her name, he gasped and reached toward her. "It's you! Dear God, I finally found you!" he exclaimed.

Noelle was completely confused. She had no recollection of ever meeting anyone named Carlos. Could he be mistaken?

She forced a polite smile and said, "Sorry, Carlos, I don't think we've met before, have we?"

To her surprise, Carlos shook his head vigorously and gripped her hand. "Don't you remember? Over two months ago, at a hotel, you helped an elderly man named Miguel and warned me that he had Alzheimer's," he said in Erilean.

Carlos' face flushed bright red as he looked at her intently. "I only knew your name was Noelle and that you were a racer. I watched your races, but I didn't recognize you at first. I'm so sorry!"

From the perspective of those around them, he seemed to be rambling nonstop at Noelle. Sadie frowned and tugged gently at Noelle's arm. "Noelle, you haven't upset him, have you?"

After all, Carlos was a VIP for their magazine.

Noelle smiled faintly. "It's nothing. I just happened to run into someone I know. Don't worry, leave this to me," she said calmly.

Hearing that, Sadie finally let out a sigh of relief and instructed the reporters to follow Noelle closely without leaving her side for a moment.

Carlos's face lit up with joy. "I've wanted to thank you in person for so long, but I never had the chance. I didn't expect to run into you here. This is amazing!"

Noelle calmly said, "I just helped out on a whim. It wasn't a big deal. Please, don't make too much of it."

Carlos shook his head and looked at her earnestly. "If you hadn't noticed my father's condition ahead of time, I might never have realized it. He is now receiving treatment at our local hospital, and the doctors say that as long as he follows the plan, his condition won't get worse.'

Noelle felt genuinely happy for him.

Noelle immediately recognized her former apprentice, Anne Holt, and the woman walking in front of her was her long-time rival, Nancy Clinton.

Back when she had competed internationally, Nancy had thrown countless obstacles in her path. Everyone knew Noelle and Nancy didn't get along.

Yet now, Anne was walking alongside Nancy.

Noelle's eyes darkened. Anne gripped the microphone and coldly said, "My mentor is no longer Sheila. My mentor now is only Nancy. Nancy's racing skills are truly world-class."

Carlos snorted beside Noelle. "What a joke. Back when Sheila was racing, Nancy couldn't even make it into a top-tier league!"

Perhaps his voice carried a bit too far, drawing a few curious glances from nearby attendees, and Anne's gaze briefly swept in their direction.

Noelle immediately lowered the brim of her hat and turned slightly to the side.

Anne's glance was fleeting. She didn't notice anything unusual about Noelle and quickly looked away.

Noelle curled her hands into fists. For a moment, a tightness gripped her chest.