Chapter 107 What Do You Like About Her?
Mandy shook her head, her voice shaky. "Mr. Allen said Dad sent someone to mess up the government museum. The evidence is solid, and he can't get bailed out."
Charlotte's face went white. She clutched her chest, tears streaming down. "Why would this happen? Why would Ethan wreck the museum?"
Mandy looked down, hiding the confusion on her face. She couldn't figure out why Ethan, who was supposed to sabotage Rachel's factory, ended up targeting the national museum.
"Mandy, go find Michael and give it a shot." Charlotte suddenly had an idea and grabbed Mandy's hand, her eyes wide with determination.
"Find Michael?" Mandy looked at Charlotte, puzzled.
"Yeah, since Ethan can't be bailed out, we need to get the authorities to release him voluntarily. Michael and Joseph are good friends. Let Michael talk to Joseph and get Ethan out," Charlotte said, gripping Mandy's hand tighter.
A spark of hope lit up in Mandy's eyes, and she stood up. "I'll go right now," she said firmly, hurrying to the door.
No matter what, Mandy had to get Ethan out. If it dragged on, Ethan's position as chairman might be at risk. Even with the most shares, he'd lose control and influence over the group. And then, her own status would take a hit too.
Mandy grabbed her handbag and left Brown Manor, heading to the Smith Mansion. When Michael got home from work, he found Mandy chatting and laughing with Emily.
"Michael," Mandy called, standing up with a smile, "You're back."
Emily smiled too. "Since Michael's back, I'll leave you two alone."
Mandy's cheeks turned a bit red, feeling shy. Emily chuckled as she left. Michael put down his briefcase and looked at Mandy. "What brings you here?" he asked.
Mandy walked closer and took his arm. She pouted, "I can't come?"
"I mean, if you were coming, you should've told me. I could've picked you up," Michael replied, leading her to the sofa.
Mandy poured him a glass of water with a smile. "It's fine, I drove myself. No need to pick me up."
Michael took the glass, his eyes flickering. "Did you come over suddenly for something?"
Mandy hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Michael, you know about my dad being arrested, right?"
"I know," Michael replied, taking a sip of water. "So you came to me for your dad?"
"Yes." Mandy nodded, her eyes pleading. "Michael, please help my dad, okay? He really didn't mean to destroy the museum."
A hint of sarcasm flashed in Michael's eyes but quickly disappeared. He shook his head slightly. "I can't help. I've looked into his case; the evidence is solid, and the government won't agree to bail."
"I know, I'm not asking you to bail him out. I hope you can talk to Mr. Anderson. If the Anderson family steps in, my dad will definitely be released," Mandy said, her eyes filling with tears and hope.
Michael frowned. "The Anderson family does have the power to get Ethan out, but they won't do it. Doing so would give their opponents a reason to attack them. Do you understand, Mandy?"
Plus, this year was the leadership change in the Summit Ridge District, and the Anderson family had ambitions for that position. They wouldn't allow themselves to have any weaknesses.
Mandy's eyes reddened. She insisted, "I don't understand. You haven't even tried. How do you know the Anderson family won't help?"
Michael's frown deepened. "Mandy, do you think I'm lying to you?"
"No," Mandy's eyes flickered, responding softly.
Michael saw through her insincerity, his lips pressed tightly together, feeling exhausted. He began, "Just leave this matter alone. Mr. Brown..."
"How can I not care?" Mandy cut him off, clenching her fists. "He's my dad. I can't just let him rot in jail. If you won't help, I'll find a way myself!" With that, she ran out crying. Michael wanted to call her back but didn't.
Upstairs, James leaned over the railing, looking down. "Michael, aren't you going to chase her?" he asked.
"Forget it, let her cool off." Michael sighed, rubbing his temples.
James pouted. "Mandy is something else. You didn't even say you wouldn't help, and she already assumes you're unwilling. Clearly, you plan to save Ethan in another way, but she doesn't get it and gets mad at you. It's really baffling."
"Enough, stop talking," Michael snapped, annoyed.
James huffed. "I insist on saying it. I can see it clearly. You refused Mandy's request to ask Joseph for help, and she started blaming you. I can tell she isn't as good as she usually appears."
Michael fell silent. Seeing no rebuttal, James's mouth dropped open in surprise. He exclaimed, "You also think Mandy is narrow-minded?"
Michael gave him a cold glance. James, far from being afraid, ran down excitedly. He asked curiously, "When did you realize Mandy was petty? Knowing that, why do you still like her? What do you like about her?"
'What do I like about Mandy?' Michael pondered. His eyes flickered. Upon reflection, he couldn't pinpoint a specific reason. The one he truly loved was the girl he corresponded with. She was kind, beautiful, and lively, like a ray of sunshine, warming everyone around her.
But these qualities seemed rarely evident in Mandy. He even doubted several times whether Mandy was really the girl he had been writing to. He wondered who else it could be if not her.
"Michael, what are you thinking about?" James waved his hand in front of Michael's eyes, seeing him lost in thought.
Michael pursed his lips and said faintly, "Nothing, I'm going upstairs."
"Michael, you haven't answered my question," James pressed, following closely behind.
Michael ignored him and closed the door. James almost bumped into it but stopped just in time. He sighed lightly, feeling a bit defeated, and turned to leave.
The next day, Rachel and John were buried in a pile of documents in the office when Lily hurriedly burst in, her face flushed with urgency. "Ms. Williams, something big has happened. Ethan has been released," she reported.
Rachel's face tightened as she looked up from her papers, her eyes narrowing. "How could that be?" she demanded, her tone sharp.
"When did this happen?" John followed up, his voice filled with concern.
Lily quickly glanced at him and respectfully answered, "This morning. He even posted a message on TriStar Corporation's official website, claiming that being taken by the police was purely for assisting in an investigation and not illegal. Now, TriStar Corporation's stock market is basically stable."
John's brows furrowed deeply. "How is that possible!"
Rachel pressed her lips tightly together. She said, her voice cold, "Someone must have helped him. Otherwise, Ethan couldn't have gotten out so easily."
"I'll find someone to look into it," John said as he picked up his phone and walked to the balcony.
Rachel's eyes lowered, her face clouded with worry, her mind in turmoil. She had thought Ethan would definitely be sent to prison, accelerating TriStar Corporation's collapse.
After all, without Ethan, TriStar Corporation was like a ship without a captain, significantly losing its direction and strength. Unexpectedly, Ethan's swift return completely disrupted her plans. Thinking of this, Rachel rubbed her temples in frustration.
At this moment, there was a knock on the office door. "Come in," Rachel responded and put down her hand.
The secretary of Frank Roberts, the president of Skyline Corporation, entered the room. "Is there something you need?" Rachel asked the secretary calmly.
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