Chapter 91 Sickening
Yuna suddenly called out in a bright voice, “Bye, Dad! Bye, Mom!”
She was a well–behaved little girl who always knew how to act just right in front of the grown–ups.
Finished
I was sitting at the dining table, eating my breakfast slowly. Shawn had already finished his and was on the couch, taking a phone call
I could vaguely hear bits and pieces of what he was saying–it sounded like he was giving someone instructions to handle something.
Perhaps I had been a professional cavesdropper in a previous life, as the instant Shawn picked up the phone, my ears would become alert like a radar. And of course, I couldn’t help suspecting it was Queena on the other end.
That suspicion hadn’t changed one bit today. If he had nothing to hide, why step outside to take the call?
Shawn came back in and asked, “Are you heading to the office or going to the hotel today?”
I’m going to
the hotel,” I replied. “They’re delivering some materials, and I want to be there to check on things myself.
He paused for a moment and said, “You don’t always need to handle everything personally. I assigned people to help you, remember?”
“I know,” I nodded. “They’re good, but I’d like to learn more by doing things myself.”
Shawn didn’t say anything else. He walked out, and not ong after, 1 heard his car drive off.
After breakfast. I headed straight to the hotel. Unexpectedly, Queena’s cousin was running the delivery company today, I had seen him in my
despicable and immoral activities.
life–a pretty boy with the looks of a heartthrob but engaged in
In his words, he wasn’t interested in young women–he was into married ones.
At this very moment, he hopped out of his Porsche, and his eyes lit up the moment he saw me. He dashed over with an outstretched hand and a wide grin. “Mrs. Hartwell, it’s such a pleasure to be working with you.
I guarantee everything we’ve got is top quality, Why don’t you e–check?”
His words were full of implications, but I kept a calm, distant tone. “No need. If there’s any problem, I’ll just go straight to court.”
“I’m Noah Lawrence, by the way. My cousin Queena is your company’s vice president. You’ve met her, haven’t you?” His eyes were practically glued to me, scanning me up and down like I was on display.
I found his gaze repulsive. And yet, what made me even more uncomfortable was the fact that Shawn had picked Queena’s cousin to work with me. Was this his way to make me sick?
Shawn’s actions hurt me again. But if I couldn’t handle even Queena’s cousin without flinching, what kind of dreams and goals could I talk about?
Sometimes, to grow stronger, you had to accept the things and people that made your skin crawl.
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Chapter 91 Sickening
Finished
Forget reputation. Climb, push, and maneuver–whatever it takes, use what you can, and build something that lasts. Just make sure you always put yourself first.
Later, I brewed a pot of tea in the lounge and invited Noah to sit and have a cup. He looked thrilled and told me. “Mrs. Hartwell, I just asked around and heard that you guys haven’t finalized the wardrobe order yet. Is that true?”
“Yeah, we’re still discussing it.”
“Well, why don’t you let my company handle it? I’ll give you the best price–guaranteed.” Noah might be more skilled at flirting than business, but his silver tongue worked either way.
“Alright, send me a quote, and I’ll take a look,” I said. Since it was an open bidding process, I needed to compare a few offers anyway.
“Will do. I’ll have my team send it over.” He nodded eagerly, then added, “How about lunch? My treat.
I smiled politely. “Sure. That’s very kind of you.”
“No trouble at all. Just glad you’re willing to join me. Despite the sleazy look in his eyes, he was aware of who I was and was determined not to cross the boundary. Or at least, I hoped he wouldn’t. Who knew- maybe Queena had told him to flirt with me, get some dirt to use against me for Shawn’s benefit.
Just as I agreed to lunch with Noah, my phone rang. It was Shawn.
I got up and stepped into the office to take the call. “What are you doing for lunch today?” he asked.
“One of the suppliers invited me out,” I replied. “I said yes. It’s just part of the job, right?”
“Which supplier?” His voice grew colder.
“It’s a young guy. Said he’s Queena’s cousin. Noah Lawrence. He’s quite a character,” I said, maintaining a light tone. “Oh, and about the wardrobe order–we’re still negotiating prices. I asked him to send me at
quote
too.”
“Your brother’s in Hanzora. Has he called you?” Shawn cut me off.
“What?” I shot up from the couch. “Lionel’s here? Where is he?”
“He just got in from Sylvania yesterday, with a few of his buddies. I thought he’d have reached out to you.”
“He didn’t,” I muttered, feeling a little hurt. Lionel Mayfield was my own brother–and he’d only contacted Shawn when he was in the city?
Then again, I almost forgot. Shawn was the wealthy, generous, and consistently reliable brother–in–law. Lionel idolized him and had been swearing for years he was going to grow up and be just like him.
