Geoffrey rolled over and pinned Becca beneath him, "I have enough money now to let you live the life you want. Can I leave the company for now?"
Becca exclaimed, "Then I’d better sell this news to the newspaper. That way the stock market will crash, and I can make a sure profit."
Geoffrey kissed her with a smile, "Come with me to the company!"
"No, what happened last night makes me feel guilty. I want to be with your mom today."
Geoffrey cast a sidelong glance at her, "I can’t come back from New York City today."
Becca said, "Then I’ll come over in the afternoon and be with you tonight."
Becca genuinely felt that she was sending Geoffrey off nicely today.
Early in the morning, as Becca was changing clothes to head out, she received a call from Skyler Jones.
Since she was in a good mood, Becca answered with a touch of laughter, "Hello, Mr. Jones."
Skyler Jones was not surprised by Becca’s joy; his tone was flat, "Becca, do you really understand the people around you?"
"Mr. Jones, why would you suddenly ask me this question?"
"It’s nothing. I just wanted to ask how things are going between you and Geoffrey."
Becca held the phone to her ear, pressing it with her shoulder, and while holding a light purple dress, measuring it against herself, said, "Very well, he’s very good to me."
"Becca..." Suddenly Skyler Jones called deeply.
"Hmm?" Becca responded absentmindedly.
Skyler Jones said, "I’m sorry I might have to cruelly shatter the illusion of happiness you have."
Becca finally stopped her actions with the dress, frowning, "Mr. Jones, I don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me."
"I’ve already posted what I wanted to tell you on your phone. You can choose to delete it after viewing; no one will be able to find out."
Skyler Jones had already ended the call.
Becca stood stunned, holding her phone.
Skyler Jones, what did he mean? What exactly did he mean?
Why did she feel an inexplicable fear?
It faintly seemed as though the happiness before her was about to drift away, leaving her with sadness...
Laying down the clothes, Becca sat on the edge of the bed.
Sure enough, her phone chimed several times with incoming text messages.
Becca didn’t want to open them, nor did she dare, yet Skyler Jones seemed to have pierced her exact weakness, leaving her unsettled.
Thinking of the hard-earned repaired relationship with Geoffrey last night, and the trust she had in him, Becca opened the text messages sent by Skyler Jones.
There was no text content, only four pictures.
In all four pictures, a couple was captured...
The man was handsome, the woman was beautiful. They were candidly photographed from behind and from the side, depicting a man affectionately embracing a woman as they entered a women’s luxury brand store.
Seeing the couple in the photos, Becca reached out to cover her mouth.
In disbelief, her entire body slumped on the bed, her once charming and rosy face turning instantly pale.
In the afternoon, wearing sunglasses, Becca looked up at the "Skytop" Group headquarters she faced for the first time.
She had always known "Skytop" was significant, but she never imagined "Skytop" headquarters was such a towering skyscraper in the center of New York City.
At a glance, employees could be seen busy and bustling through the transparent glass.
A professionally dressed female employee, who had long been waiting, appeared before Becca in the parking lot and courteously said, "Miss Quentin, please follow me."
Becca withdrew her gaze from "Skytop" and numbly followed the employee’s steps.
Though there were quite a few Flowery Kingdom workers in "Skytop," most were American. Walking through the company, the only language Becca could hear was pure English exchanges.
Becca had always simply known Geoffrey’s company was huge, and his own worth was already among the top on the world’s Forbes billionaire list, but she never imagined his group was so grand, making her feel once again that her understanding of him had never truly deepened over the past six years.
The employee led Becca into Geoffrey’s exclusive elevator, which took several minutes to ascend directly to the ninety-ninth floor.
Upon exiting the elevator, Geoffrey’s foreign assistant approached her with a smile.
Fortunately, while Becca’s English wasn’t proficient, it wasn’t entirely incomprehensible.
The assistant escorted Becca toward Geoffrey’s office.
"Miss Quentin, the president is currently in a meeting. You may wait in the president’s office or I can inform the president’s secretary to notify him."
Becca smiled and shook her head, "No need, I’ll wait here."
The assistant said, "Alright then, I’ll make you a cup of coffee."
Becca politely replied, "Thank you."
The assistant departed.
Becca glanced around Geoffrey’s office.
Predominantly black and grey, upscale and minimalistic.
Thick wool carpet on the floor muffled footsteps, the south side boasts large floor-to-ceiling windows. His desk was there too; beside the southern side’s western wall stood a floor-to-ceiling wine cabinet likely housing many fine wines, while the north held a line of bookshelves, appearing filled with heavy, useful books.
Comparing this office to the one in T City, which was completely different in style, Becca then felt again a sense of unfamiliarity, since it’s impossible to guess his preferences or style.
She didn’t know how much time had passed when Geoffrey’s deep, pleasant male voice spoke, "Why didn’t you let anyone know when you arrived?"
Becca was daydreaming, but upon hearing Geoffrey’s voice, she turned her face and saw him signing and handing over some documents to his secretary, then walking towards her with his shirt buttons undone.
Becca stood up, offering Geoffrey a small smile.
Geoffrey encircled Becca, his hand resting on her hip, asking, "Isn’t it boring?"
Becca shook her head, "I haven’t waited long. It’s my first time at the ’Skytop’ headquarters, I’m awed."
Geoffrey switched to holding Becca’s shoulder while sitting on the sofa, "That’s why I said I can provide for you."
Becca hugged Geoffrey’s arm, gently pinching it, and considerately asked, "Has it been tough with meetings all morning?"
Geoffrey pecked Becca’s lips, his handsome face smiling, "If I can enjoy this lifestyle, I’d choose to work hard every day."
"Then I’ll give you a massage every day."
Closing his eyes, Geoffrey leaned back on the sofa.
Becca stared blankly at Geoffrey’s exceptionally handsome face, recalling the photos Skyler Jones had sent her, her heart suddenly pounding, and the motion of her hand massaging him grew clumsy.