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Abigail from across the street looked tense, obviously didn’t expect her to come for real!
Soon, Nathan’s voice came from the phone, “Ms. Pierce?”
“I bumped into Ms. Murray in the hotel underground parking lot, she seemed to be looking for Mr. Thorton in a hurry. But I drove away Mr. Thorton’s car, now she’s on my case, which is making it impossible for me to work properly”
Abigail stared with wide eyes: “???”
Nathan: “Ms. Pierce, please wait, I’ll handle it right away!“”
The call dropped, and Abigail was furious again, “Didn’t you say to call the police? Why did you call Reginald’s assistant
instead!?”
Adelaide shrugged, “Didn’t you say this is Eldoria, not Evercrest?
I took your advice, calling the police did me no good.”
——
”
No way! Why would she do something so obedient?!
Abigail tilted her head and pointed to Adelaide when her phone
rang. She picked it up and saw it was her father calling.
Reluctantly, she answered, “Dad.”
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Even though they were sitting across the table, Adelaide could still faintly hear Evan’s reprimanding voice on the phone. Abigail just pursed her lips and nodded in response. Once the call ended, she glared at Adelaide and said, “You’re tough!”
Adelaide’s braised noodles were served, without even looking
up she said, “Enjoy.”
Abigail stomped her foot and walked away in a huff.
He asked in a low voice, “Has she left?” His voice didn’t sound
too happy.
“Just left,” Adelaide said, “Ms. Murray must have had something
urgent to talk to Mr. Thorton about.”
“I didn’t work with her, so why would she come to me for
anything,” Reginald said angrily, “I’ve never even met her in
person.”
After saying that, he issued a warning: “No daydreaming
allowed!”
She didn’t seem to overthink, did she?
When she picked up the pasta, she smiled and said, “How can we, as subordinates, casually speculate about the boss’s private life? Mr. Thorton, rest assured, I’m not thinking too much.”
Just as I finished speaking, there was a busy tone on the other
end.
was really fast.
After finishing the braised noodles, Adelaide drove to the piece of land nearby and took a stroll. She parked the car, walked around, and took photos of useful buildings nearby. Until she passed by a coffee shop, she walked in, ordered a cup of coffee, and sat down by the floor–to–ceiling window.
While waiting, she started organizing the photos.
“Hi, hello.”
When a lively and cheerful male voice rang out, Adelaide blinked, looked up, and saw a boy with a sunny university student face standing in front of her.
She probably guessed what was going on and politely asked, “Is everything okay?”
The boy’s eyes were burning, holding his phone, and eagerly asked, “Can I add you on WhatsApp? I don’t mean any harm, just… want to be friends with you.”
Back in the day, it was always Garrett who handled stuff like
this, she didn’t even get a chance to speak up.
Adelaide gave a polite smile, about to speak, when suddenly a
chair was pulled up next to her. Then, a tall figure sat down,
casually draping an arm over the back of Adelaide’s chair.
“At such a young age, instead of studying, why are you asking people for WhatsApp everywhere?” Reginald had a terrifying aura, with a cold and fierce expression, like a sleeping beast
about to unleash its anger.
The boy was scared stiff on the spot, “Sorry, sorry, sorry.” After bowing deeply, the boy ran away.
