Chapter 394
My head buzzed, and for a moment, everything went blank.
Gregory might look disorganized, but in real life, he was always meticulous
and strategic in his undertakings. If Molly was this frantic, it must be something serious.
I spun around to face Christine, who had rushed out after me, her expression tense. “Chris, what’s going on? You know, don’t you?”
She had been acting off since she entered my office. Putting two and two together, she was to keep me in the dark about Gregory.
“Jane…” Christine licked her lips, hesitating before she spoke.
Her hesitation only made me more anxious.
I grabbed her arm. “Tell me, Chris, please.”
She still hesitated. I knew she was afraid of how I might react.
“If you don’t tell me, I’ll find out myself.” I grabbed my phone and headed for the exit. “If no one will tell me, I’ll head down to Vista Town myself.”
Molly didn’t pick up. I tried calling Farley next but got no answer.
I frantically pressed the elevator button, but as the doors opened, I saw Bryant, calm and collected.
He quickly closed the distance between us, his voice gentle, “Where are you off to in such a hurry?”
“Bryant,” I pocketed my phone, fixing my gaze on him, “What happened to Gregory?”
He chuckled softly, the frustration in his voice barely hidden. “What could happen to him? Did you hear some baseless rumor?”
“Let me see your phone.” I reached out my hand.
Probably tampered with by Christine, my phone had nothing. But Bryant would know if something had happened to Gregory.
Ever the indulgent partner, Bryant handed over his phone with a smile. “Why
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so paranoid?”
He talked as if he was the archetype of a husband willingly handing over his phone for inspection.
I looked at him. “The password.”
He answered, “Our anniversary.”
I lowered my gaze, entered the date, and after a thorough search, found no news of any incident involving G news of any incident involving
Un Gregory. Instead, I saw a live video of a press
conference by the Ford Group’s pharmaceutical division announcing a breakthrough.
Gregory appeared in the video, oddly casual in his attire amidst the formal setting, answering reporters‘ questions with a laid–back yet untouchable air. His voice was low and confident, challenging anyone to doubt his words.
Unusually devoid of sarcasm, Bryant asked softly, “Feeling better?”
“Yeah.” I returned his phone. Having sorted out the company affairs, Christine hurried out, glancing at Bryant before turning to me helplessly. “See, I told you it was nothing. Gregory’s got too much luck to be in any real trouble.”
Bryant’s gaze was warm. “So, are you going back to work or heading home?”
The wealthy ladies were thrilled after wrapping up those private orders for Vista Town last week. Some immediately placed new orders. They even referred their friends to us. Whether online sales or custom orders,
Janedream was growing faster than expected. We were lucky. Janedream was growing faster t
Bryant wrapped an arm around my shoulder as we walked back to my office, casually sitting on the couch. “You get back to work. I’ll wait here till you finish.”
I felt uneasy, replying coldly, “Aren’t RF and the Ferguson Group keeping you busy?”
“With them handling things, there won’t be any problems.” Bryant wasn’t bothered by my coldness, earnestly explaining.