He basically reached a conclusion, which was that Hailey Hale had someone assault President Usher.
Right at the company entrance.
It was a large-scale beating, over a hundred slaps, and CEO Kingston was present, with many employees witnessing it.
Even TV dramas wouldn’t dare depict it , because they would have to wrap it up!
Finn Morgan went upstairs with the report, filled with questions.
Soon, Justin Kingston also entered the office, his expression not very good.
"CEO Kingston, President Usher... was she beaten?" Finn Morgan found it unbelievable, as he didn’t witness it himself.
Justin Kingston sat down in his office chair, turned on the computer, with a level of coldness that was striking.
Looking at his impeccably handsome face, devoid of emotion, Finn Morgan refrained from asking more, unable to guess what the CEO was thinking.
In the beautiful sea-view villa.
Mia Lane sat on the second-floor terrace, facing the breeze and smelling the fragrance of flowers, her thoughts drifting far away.
She felt very unhappy, even though she could see her child every week, she couldn’t express how joyful she was, always feeling empty inside.
Until a car stopped in the yard, she came back to her senses, watching as the car door opened.
Anton Miller got out with a bouquet of the world’s rarest lilies, and as he looked up, he saw the girl on the second-floor terrace.
He quickly entered the living room and went directly upstairs.
"Guess what variety this is?" Coming to the terrace, Anton Miller sat down on the opposite sofa, joyfully presenting the lilies with both hands.
Mia Lane admired the lovely petals, "Ghost Lilies." She reached out to take them and looked up at him, "Where did you get them?"
"Do you like them?" He smiled warmly, looking forward to her smile.
Their gazes met, and Mia Lane could feel his deep affection, returning so early mainly to deliver the lilies, right? Google seaʀᴄh NovelHub(.)net
She lowered her gaze and smelled the rare Ghost Lilies, "They generally grow on cliffs and are seldom cultivated indoors, as they only bloom in barren environments."
She carefully observed the petals again, "And this bouquet is so well-bloomed, it must be from a cliffside."
"Yes." He admired her insight, smiling and saying, "I picked them myself!"
"By hand?" Mia Lane raised her gaze.
Anton Miller told her that today there was a shoot about past and future lives, and the crew took a helicopter to the cliff’s edge.
While hanging from wires, he happened to see some blooming Ghost Lilies on the cliffside.
Anton Miller happily recounted the flower-picking process, but Mia Lane listened with her brows furrowed, feeling alarmed.
"Very dangerous!" She threw the flowers onto the coffee table, speaking sternly, "Are you trying to risk your life? What if you fell?"
"What if I didn’t fall? Then you could own such beautiful flowers." Anton Miller dismissed her concerns, "I didn’t think much at the time; I remembered you like lilies, so I wanted to pick them and give them to you."
Mia Lane looked at him and couldn’t help but say, "You don’t need to go to such trouble; it’s impossible between us."
Anton Miller still wore a smile, but his heart truly began to sink.
He couldn’t deceive himself as pain spread across his chest.
He glanced at her, but Anton Miller said nothing; he stood up and left.
Mia Lane turned her gaze; he soon disappeared from her view.
She sighed lightly, looking at the lilies picked at the risk of life, unable to express how she felt inside, with no joy but rather a heavy burden.
Soon, the sound of the car engine was heard.
She saw the Volvo driving out of the courtyard...
Mia Lane felt even more conflicted; what should she do?
Does she not even have the right to refuse? If they continue , everyone will feel awkward.
Soon, Ms. Tancred went upstairs to bring her snacks, unable to resist asking, "Miss Lane, what’s going on between you and Anton?"
"He..." Mia Lane couldn’t explain.