Free Web NovelChapter 152: Chapter 148: Her Answer: To Never Appear
’But now, she hadn’t even shown up. How could she be so heartless?’
A silent departure. His hands, hanging by his sides, clenched into tight fists. Suddenly, he could clearly understand the feeling of abandonment Georgia Thorne had spoken of.
’She must still resent me. That’s why she’s doing this.’
After some time, the lawsuit ended, and a crowd of people poured out of the courtroom.
Just by looking at the expressions on their faces, it was clear who had won.
Lynn Thorne was so grateful she was in tears, practically wanting to kneel before Byron Shaw. "Attorney Shaw, thank you so much! I’m willing to work like a horse for you for the rest of my life!"
"Miss Thorne, you’re too kind. If anyone dares to give you trouble in the future, just come to me." Byron Shaw nodded toward the Sutton Family members opposite them.
Aaron Larkin glared at him resentfully, but the smile on Byron Shaw’s face only widened.
Some things are just a matter of fate.
"Thank you, Attorney Shaw!"
Lynn Thorne’s thanks came from the heart. She pulled her child over. "Leah, quickly, thank Mr. Shaw."
"Thank you, Mr. Shaw!" Leah Sutton looked at Byron Shaw with adoration. "Mr. Shaw, I want to be just like you when I grow up!"
"Alright. First, you need to study hard."
Grace Wagner, holding a folder, walked up to Byron Shaw’s side from behind. "Attorney Shaw, Justin Sullivan, the manager from Sullivan Group, is over there."
Byron Shaw straightened up, the smile vanishing from his face. His gaze, now cold, turned toward Justin Sullivan.
"Go tell him I’ll take the case."
"Understood!"
Grace Wagner nodded and strode toward Justin Sullivan.
Justin Sullivan stared blankly ahead. ’Grace Wagner... she’s Byron Shaw’s assistant.’
He forced himself to push aside his disappointment and greeted her. "Hello."
Grace Wagner studied the man before her. He looked different from the man she had seen in the private room that day.
That day, the corners of his eyes had been lifted in joy. Today was the complete opposite; his eyes were dull and listless.
’But that has nothing to do with me,’ she thought.
"Manager Sullivan, our Attorney Shaw said he will take your case."
"Mm, I know."
Justin Sullivan responded, then turned to walk away, exhausted. But Grace Wagner called out to him, "Manager Sullivan, you haven’t given me your contact information yet!"
"My assistant will contact you tomorrow!"
Justin Sullivan waved without looking back and strode away.
He was truly exhausted today. The result of his agonizing all-night wait was nothing more than her leaving without a word.
He was gradually getting a taste of that indescribable feeling welling up in his heart.
Grace Wagner watched Justin Sullivan go, thinking he was a rather strange man.
「A little past one o’clock, Kyoria time, the team accompanying Georgia Thorne arrived at their hotel from Kelda Airport.」
It was a hotel apartment, fully equipped with everything they needed.
Georgia Thorne was assigned to room with a girl about her own age.
The girl was pretty, with delicate features and cute makeup. Her chestnut-brown bob was curled inward, giving her a sweet look.
But her flashy, expensive designer clothes clashed completely with her makeup.
"Hi, I’m Michelle Shields." Michelle introduced herself confidently.
"I’m Georgia Thorne!"
"So you’re Georgia Thorne!" Michelle Shields suddenly bounced over, leaning in to scrutinize Georgia’s face. "I’d say we’re about equally pretty. So why do Zane Lennox and Justin Sullivan both have their eyes on you?"
Georgia was speechless. "Uh..."
Michelle Shields checked herself in a nearby mirror, then walked back to Georgia’s side to compare their height, the thickness of their legs, and their figures. She concluded she wasn’t lacking in any department compared to Georgia.
"Georgia Thorne, can you tell me how you managed to hook Zane Lennox and Justin Sullivan?"
Georgia was once again rendered speechless by the girl. She had thought Michelle seemed nice at first, but it turned out she was just pretty on the outside, with a venomous tongue.
Georgia Thorne put her luggage on the bed and started taking out her toiletries.
’I’ll be living here for the next six months. It’s going to take some getting used to.’
A hotel is always just a hotel; it can never compare to home.
Michelle Shields watched Georgia unpack, pouting with displeasure. She huffed and sat down on the soft bed.
Her eyes remained on Georgia. ’Hmph. Fine, don’t tell me. It’s not like I’m dying to know anyway!’
After unpacking, Georgia took her clothes and went to take a shower. When she came out, she saw several of her outfits tossed messily on her bed.
The culprit was busy putting her own clothes into the wardrobe, one by one.
"Sorry, I have a lot of clothes, so I’ll take this wardrobe. You don’t have that many clothes anyway."
Georgia glanced over. Michelle had brought in two large suitcases, and a male colleague had even helped her carry them in.
"You can have it." Georgia picked up her scattered clothes and put them into a smaller, empty closet.
Michelle glanced at her, then continued to hang her designer clothes in the wardrobe, humming happily.
After resting at the hotel, they had to go downstairs to assemble. Next, they would visit the training facility.
Georgia never liked to be late, but because Michelle dragged her feet, she ended up being late too.
Their team leader reprimanded them before they boarded the bus.
After her other female colleagues learned her name, they all kept their distance. Michelle sat with a male colleague.
Georgia chose to sit alone, which suited her just fine. She was happy for the peace and quiet.
She put on her headphones, and the rock music shielded her from all the noise of the outside world.
「Sinea. Noon. Inside Sheridan Tower.」
Nancy Hughes hastily wolfed down a few bites of her lunch and ran back to the office.
The first thing she did was take out the envelope tucked deep inside her wallet to check if the check was still there.
Seeing the check, untouched, she patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.
’This isn’t a check; it’s a life-threatening curse.’
’This is killing me. How am I supposed to give this to Elliot Sheridan?’
Nancy Hughes thought carefully. Most people in the company were at lunch right now. She could sneak upstairs and just shove it under the door.
’Shove it under and run!’
Nancy clapped her hands. ’That’s a pretty good idea. It’s settled!’
While everyone was gone, Nancy took the elevator, secretly making her way to Elliot Sheridan’s executive floor.
Only after confirming the coast was clear did she dare to proceed.
She kept looking around at her surroundings. To be honest, it was her first time up here.
When she saw the plaque that read "President’s Office," Nancy quickly ran over and pulled out the envelope hidden in her clothes.
She crouched down nervously, muttering to herself as she tried to slide the envelope under the door.
But the more nervous she got, the more her hands trembled, and she couldn’t get the envelope through the gap.
"Nancy Hughes, get a grip! You’re not a thief, you’re here to deliver money! And you," she scolded her hand, "if you dare to shake again, I’ll chop you off!"
Nancy slapped the back of her hand hard, leaving a red mark.
After giving her hand a good scolding, it finally stopped trembling. Just as Nancy was about to bend down and slide the envelope under, a cold voice came from behind her. "What are you doing here?"
The icy, sharp tone instantly reminded Nancy of a voice from a horror movie she’d seen the night before. A chill ran down her spine, and she screamed in terror.
"I wasn’t doing anything! I was just delivering something for someone!"
Nancy scrambled away, not even daring to look at the person’s face.
She fled pathetically into the stairwell, sprinting all the way back to her desk.
Only after making sure no one had followed her did Nancy finally relax, sinking into her chair and closing her eyes.
She was so scared she felt completely drained.
’But who was that man who suddenly appeared?’
Meanwhile, in the top-floor office, Owen Sawyer watched Nancy Hughes flee in a hurry, feeling even more puzzled.
’Isn’t she Miss Thorne’s roommate?’
The corner of an envelope was sticking out from under the door. Owen picked it up. It was addressed to Elliot Sheridan.
As Elliot Sheridan’s secretary, Owen Sawyer’s job was to screen anything Elliot needed to see.
He opened the envelope and saw a check inside. The amount, a glaring one hundred thousand, was written on it.
Suddenly, he had a very bad feeling.
There was also a note.
’Nancy Hughes was delivering it for someone... could it be from Georgia Thorne?’
’One hundred thousand. What a coincidental amount.’
’I only came back to grab something. Why am I so unlucky to have run into this?’
Owen Sawyer sighed, resigned to his fate, and put the envelope inside a folder.
He returned to the conference room and placed the folder in front of Elliot Sheridan.
Elliot opened it, flipped through two pages, and saw an envelope tucked inside.
Owen immediately turned his head, deliberately looking away. He was so nervous he was about to break into a sweat.
Elliot opened the envelope inside. It contained a check and a note.
The elegant handwriting was Georgia Thorne’s.
"This is the money I borrowed from you. I’m paying you back now. Thank you."
A single sentence, clean and direct, concisely drawing a line between them.
’How impressive.’
Elliot narrowed his dark eyes, which simmered with rage. The icy chill radiating from him immediately dropped the temperature in the room to freezing.
Everyone in the meeting stole glances at Elliot, who was sitting at the head of the table. His expression showed no change, but something about him made their skin crawl.
The corner of Elliot’s mouth curled up slightly. He leaned back lazily in his chair, picking up the proposal from the table. "So this is the proposal you came up with. Where’s the innovation?"
"Is it in the models’ exposed, half-naked bodies? Or the jewelry?" SMACK. He threw the document on the floor. "A proposal that relies on selling flesh to grab attention... Do you really think I would accept this nonsensical bullshit? How dare you present this garbage and embarrass yourselves? I’ll give you three days. If you can’t come up with a decent design, then you can all resign and get the hell out!"
Everyone had seen Elliot angry before, but they had never seen him swear.
The man was always the picture of elegance and nobility. Though his words could be sharp and vicious, he had never been like this.
"Meeting adjourned!"
The meeting ended, and Owen Sawyer hurriedly followed Elliot’s steps.
He too had been shocked by his boss’s swearing. He hadn’t expected the note to have such a huge impact.
As they neared the door, Elliot stopped and turned, looking at him coldly. "Where is she?"
