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In the black Lykan car, Gem Atkinson was busy tapping away on his laptop, dealing with affairs related to the France Sovereign Group and the ST Falcon Group.

Sitting beside him, Forsythia Brown occasionally scratched her head, her face bearing an expression of utter bafflement, clear signs of her distress.

Noticing her scratching her head again, Gem decisively sent an email, closed his laptop, and asked, "You've been scratching all the way, got lice in your hair?"

"You're the one with lice in your hair."

Gem chuckled and flicked her forehead with his hand.

Rubbing her forehead, Forsythia said, "Gem, have you ever felt that there's something... how should I put it? Hmm, something not quite right between Ave Carlisle and Flynn Taylor?"

"How so?"

"I think they know each other, and it seems like they've known each other for a long time."