The evening lights began to glow, and the streetlights on both sides of the road were already lit, with only a few scattered lights in the office building still on. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NovᴇlFire(.)nᴇt
Julian Lancaster’s car slowly pulled over to the roadside; he glanced up in the direction of the building.
The lights in the Elysian department were still on; Nina Sinclair should be coming down soon.
At that moment, his phone suddenly rang. It was a call from Sharon Lancaster. He swiped to answer, "Hello."
As soon as the call connected, Sharon’s voice came through, "Brother, it’s Grandma’s birthday on Sunday; you haven’t forgotten, right?"
Julian naturally hadn’t forgotten; he even had Marcus Walsh select a precious gift to give to Old Madam Lancaster.
"No, I haven’t forgotten."
"That’s good. I thought you’d forgotten, so I called to remind you." Sharon said and then seemed to remember something, asking, "By the way, are you bringing Nina back?"
Julian frowned slightly, not answering.
He wanted to bring Nina Sinclair back to the Lancaster Family.
But he understood his grandfather’s temper. Currently, he still held quite a bit of prejudice against Nina. Bringing her back would just embarrass her; he must first resolve these misconceptions before introducing her to them.
After a moment, Julian said helplessly, "It’s not easy to deal with Grandpa; let’s leave it for now."
"That’s what I think too. That old relic of a grandfather surely won’t give a pleasant face. Better not let Nina suffer for it."
Julian’s gaze darkened slightly. Grandpa’s stubborn nature made it indeed difficult to get him to relent.
"Oh, and another thing!" Sharon suddenly exclaimed, "I just realized, why has our family never had any interactions with the Sinclair Family? Every year at Grandpa and Grandma’s birthday banquets, they’ve never invited the Sinclair Family!"
The Sinclair Family and the Lancaster Family are both esteemed families in Crestfall. Logically, they should have interactions. Why this state of no contact at all?
Julian furrowed his brow, as he had also been curious about this matter.
He investigated it later on, but nothing came up. The only thing known was that there was a discord between the Sinclairs and the Lancasters.
Yet, judging by Byron Sinclair’s attitude, it wasn’t to this extent.
Then the problem probably lay with Grandpa; he was always quirky and stubborn. It’s normal for him not to contact the Sinclairs over some trivial displeasure.
Julian shared his thoughts with Sharon, who, after listening, muttered a few words.
At this moment, someone walked out of the Zenith Building. Julian looked over and recognized Nina Sinclair’s figure. He whispered, "I’ll hang up now."
Earlier, when the incident occurred, Nina had already messaged Julian saying she might be delayed and that he should go home first without waiting for her.
Nina was about to hail a cab to go home when she unexpectedly spotted Julian’s car quietly parked at the entrance of Zenith.
She paused for a moment.
Could it be...that Julian had been waiting here for her all along?
Feeling a little moved, she quickly jogged over, opened the car door, and sat inside, "Were you waiting here for me the whole time? Didn’t I tell you to go back first?"
Julian rested one hand on the steering wheel, somewhat guilty, saying, "I wasn’t waiting for very long."
He had been in the office, only coming down to drive over after confirming that Nina’s matters were settled. Unexpectedly, Nina had misunderstood.
Nina glanced at the time; nearly four hours had passed since they finished work, yet he said he hadn’t waited long.
Julian truly had patience, giving her an unexpected surprise.
Facing Nina’s guilty expression, Julian felt even more guilty. He cleared his throat to change the subject, "I might have to travel for two days this weekend."