Anna's POV
Deep down, I was certain Marcus Murphy wouldn't return. My thoughts drifted back to Christmas when I'd traveled all the way to Europe to find him, only to be met with silence and rejection. That memory still stung, a wound I refused to acknowledge but couldn't quite ignore.
The mysterious development at Nestling Crest Bay was likely just another business decision, I told myself. Whatever connection Marcus Murphy had to it was purely professional—it had nothing to do with any personal feelings toward me.
I needed to focus on what mattered:
Skylake District and my growing child.
The sleek presentation displayed on the wall-to-wall screen showed architectural renderings of our plans— luxury retail, upscale residential spaces, and a central park that would maintain the historic charm while bringing new life to the area.
