"Director Sinclair, I’m sorry..."
Millie Langley felt increasingly guilty, believing she had brought trouble to Nina Sinclair.
Hearing this, Sierra Sinclair’s lips curled into a faint smile. Instead of stopping Rebecca Lowell, she gently said, "Two people acting on impulse and arguing isn’t a good thing. I think Nina must be deeply involved, and it might be best to clear the air, right?"
With a mocking smile, Rebecca Lowell dialed Nina Sinclair’s suitor’s number and even put it on speaker!
She really wanted to see what kind of person was pursuing Nina Sinclair!
She thought it would be laughable if someone cussed over the phone, or if it was some potbellied old man.
Nina Sinclair frowned deeply.
Unsure if Rebecca Lowell actually had Julian Lancaster’s number, Nina would never allow Julian to be laughed at by others. She said coldly, "Rebecca Lowell, this is my private matter, don’t meddle."
"Oh, but I love meddling the most!"
With that, Rebecca Lowell had already dialed the number.
A lot of people’s attention was drawn to this side, and Vincent Lancaster, who had also noticed someone pursuing Nina Sinclair recently, had once suspected it was Louis Quinn. Now he could verify his suspicion.
The noise around gradually quieted down, and the voice on the other end of Rebecca Lowell’s phone came through clearly.
Beep... Beep... Beep...
The call went unanswered, and just as everyone was getting disappointed, the call was picked up, followed by a deep, pleasant voice: "Hello."
Fifteen minutes prior, Julian Lancaster was in the hotel’s reception room.
Felix Ford walked in and said, "President Lancaster, we just received news that Byron Sinclair has taken a private jet to Veridia and is on his way to the hotel."
Julian Lancaster was silent for a moment and then said, "If he’s coming, bring him over."
He wanted to meet his future father-in-law, not to make peace,
but because Sierra Sinclair was able to become the manager at Elysian Jewels in Zenith as Miss Sinclair, thanks in large part to the Sinclair Family.
He didn’t care how Byron Sinclair got swayed, but he had let his woman suffer grievances. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ɴo(v)elFɪre.ɴet
This account needed to be settled properly.
Twenty minutes later, Byron Sinclair was brought into the hotel’s reception room by Felix Ford.
Initially, upon learning that Zenith’s President Lancaster wanted to see him, he thought this young man was incredibly arrogant to have him brought forcibly.
Upon seeing Julian Lancaster, however, Byron Sinclair felt he might have underestimated Julian Lancaster.
In the spacious conference room, Julian Lancaster in a black suit looked elegant and dignified. But a closer look revealed that his clothes weren’t from any prestigious brand; it was his aura that made them stand out.
Byron Sinclair locked eyes with Julian Lancaster, and an invisible spark ignited in the air.
"President Lancaster," Byron Sinclair said in a deep voice, then sat down on the chair opposite Julian Lancaster.
Looking at Julian Lancaster, Byron Sinclair vaguely saw a familiar shadow in his features, stirring up memories of things kept buried deep in his mind.
Byron Sinclair’s expression tensed, his eyes turned cold, "What do you want to say to me?"
Julian Lancaster said calmly, "I wonder if President Sinclair has ever heard of a phrase."
Byron Sinclair’s memories snapped back, and he squinted, "What phrase?"
Julian Lancaster sneered, "Aiding and abetting the wicked."