Chapter 244 Sealed Tight
Jonathan’s face darkened as he hung up the phone.
Susan had heard the conversation too. Her voice rose sharply. “Lilian can’t leave the country! She can’t even go to another. city?”
Jonathan closed his eyes, a storm barely contained under his skin.
He gave a short nod. “Yeah.”
Hearing that, Susan completely lost it. “She’s trying to kill Lilian! That vicious girl!”
I’m calling your father,” she said furiously, already digging for her phone.
She called Patrick.
The first call barely rang twice before it was hung up.
Fuming, she redialed and was rejected again.
Meanwhile, Jonathan’s phone started buzzing too. It was the company.
He answered stiffly.
As soon as the line connected, the project manager’s anxious voice filled his ear: “Sir, Wendigo Corp just pulled out. They’re terminating the contract.”
Jonathan stiffened. “What?”
“They’re being very aggressive about it. They’re refusing to pay the breach penalty too. They said they’ll take us to court if we push.”
Jonathan was speechless.
Wendigo Corp was one of the few valuable assets Reed Group still had. If they lost this project, how the hell were they supposed to survive?
“My father, Jonathan forced out, “he’s already at the office, right?”
It should have been enough time for Patrick to arrive by now.
The project manager sounded even more frazzled. “The chairman? No, sir. He’s not here.”
Jonathan was speechless.
He glanced at Susan instinctively.
But Susan’s head was full of Lilian’s problems she hadn’t even registered what the other end was saying.
Jonathan felt like his skull was about to split open. “I’ll be right there.
Patrick had told him to stay at home tonight, acting like he would personally handle things at the office.
Where the hell had he ran off to?
At Sealla
Cove.
Stella was glaring at Abraham with righteous indignation.
He reached out, pulled her back into his arms. “So good, he murmured. “Time to sleep.
Now he wanted to let her sleep.
Stella whined under her breath, still furious. I’m not talking to you anymore.”
Making her do something like that, seriously–humph!
Abraham laughed lowly. “That’s not your call to make.”
Stella, pissed off but helpless, wriggled in his arms–only for him to laugh again from above her head.
“Alright, alright. No more teasing
Stella pouted, grumbling. “You can’t do that again next time.
Abraham didn’t respond only kissed her lightly on the forehead.
Stella pulled back, suspicious. “You heard me, didn’t you?”
What was that silence supposed to mean? Was he planning another round??
Abraham’s voice grew low and meaningful. “If you don’t go to sleep, there might be something even worse.”
Stella was speechless.
Even worse?What the hell did that mean?!
Seeing he wasn’t joking. Stella quickly zipped her mouth shut. Better not poke the bear.
The next morning. Stella woke up feeling hazy and warm
As she shifted, she realized she was tightly circled by strong arms.
Turning her head groggily, she found herself staring straight into Abraham’s dark, smiling eyes.
“You–why are you still here?”
She blinked, dazed and confused.
Abraham raised an eyebrow, pinching her cheek affectionately, “Forgot already?”
Stella was speechless.
In an instant, memories of the night before rushed back into her mind. Her cheeks flushed bright red.
“Then why are you still here?” she muttered again, shy and indignant.
“Hmm
Stella was puzzled-
Right. She remembered now.
It was him who insisted they sleep together. She had laid out all the pros and cons and he hadn’t cared one bit.
After last night, Abel and the house staff probably already knew everything had changed between them.
There was nothing she could do. Everything was in Abraham’s hands now.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed violently.
Marie.
She shoved the phone into Abraham’s hand immediately.
No way she was answering that call herself!
Abraham frowned at the caller ID but accepted the call.
Before he could even speak, Marie’s furious voice exploded down the line: “You little brat! Look at you, getting all cocky now, huh!”
“Running away for three years wasn’t enough? You went and tattled on me too? I’m telling you this isn’t over! You hear me? If you’ve got the guts, don’t you dare come back to Fleule! I’m so mad I could kill you! Ungrateful little thing!”
