"Hey, do you guys think President Ingram likes President Usher?" someone couldn’t help gossiping as they walked out of the elevator.
The people around didn’t dare to comment, glancing left and right.
The person who asked looked a bit awkward, "..."
"Some things are better left unspoken," someone finally responded. "I’m not sure if it’s love, but there’s definitely some interest."
It seemed they had a good grasp of their own president’s nature.
Once in the car, everyone chatted away about the situation between the president and the vice president——after all, being away from the office, the chance of being overheard was slim.
In the evening, in a luxury apartment complex, the eaves and the building were lined with a golden trim.
After getting home, Monica Usher took a shower and changed into a beige long dress, instantly shedding the sharpness of a workplace elite woman, adding a touch of charm to her maturity.
She dressed up intentionally, thinking of the chance encounter with Justin Kingston.
She draped her slightly curly long hair and sat on the couch, not in a hurry, lighting a cigarette that Lydia Ingram had given her.
She took a deep puff, glanced at the cigarette box, and blew out rings of smoke. What brand was it? The taste was surprisingly good, leaving a lingering aftertaste.
She sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, smoking while checking the brand on her phone.
What she found shocked her—the price was nearly ten grand a pack! So expensive!
She was just momentarily surprised, and quickly regained her composure, casually tossing the cigarette box onto the coffee table.
Just then, her phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID; it was Lydia Ingram.
She took a puff of her cigarette and swiped to answer, "..." but deliberately remained silent. Thɪs chapter is updated by noᴠelfire.net
"Where are you?" The man asked directly. "Do you want me to pick you up?" His voice was full of patience, hoping she’d definitely come!
"No need." Her tone was indifferent.
This made Lydia understand that she would definitely come tonight, since she didn’t refuse.
So he smiled and showed concern, "Then drive slowly, they should all be there soon, try not to be too late."
Monica remained silent and hung up the phone directly.
Lydia Ingram was really good to her, allowing her to be late, showing endless tolerance.
After finishing her cigarette, Monica put on simple makeup, grabbed her bag, changed into high heels, and headed out the door.
She actually didn’t want to go. She really didn’t want to see this bunch of idiots, always pleading for help with designs, only to resolve issues with money in the end.
But as the group’s vice president, with the project still ongoing, she had no choice but to go.
Moreover, she had another reason for going —— the possibility of bumping into Justin Kingston.
After all, The Sovereign Club was his turf.
And her calculations were accurate; Justin would indeed come tonight.
Driving out of the underground parking lot, Monica held the steering wheel in one hand, dialing a number with the other. She asked sternly, "Flynn, how’s the task I assigned you?"
"Monica," Flynn explained to her, "We’ll take action in the next two days. I found two fearless friends, but they can only arrive the day after tomorrow. We’ll definitely complete the task perfectly."
"In any case, the sooner the better. No need for fatalities; I don’t want her dead." Monica said, "Once it’s done, I’ll give you money to get you out of Riventhal."
"Thank you, Monica." Flynn promised, "But no matter where I go in the future, just one call from you and I’ll be there immediately!"
Monica slightly curled her lips, "Then I’ll wait for your good news. I know you never disappoint." With that, she hung up the phone.