Chapter 672 The Next Mrs. Windsor
Speculation was rife, but concrete evidence was scarce. The few in the know dared not utter a word more on the matter.
Luckily, Emily enjoyed a good challenge. Working was a pleasure when she was up for it, as she put it, "Building my dream castle is much more satisfying than managing someone else's house."
Natalie and Emily parted ways, and Natalie snapped a photo of the contract to show Oliver.
He called her promptly. "Where are you?" Oliver asked.
Natalie told him her location. It was just a street away from HHY, where she had walked since she commuted that day and was about to hail a cab.
"I'll send someone to pick you up," Oliver informed.
"To pick me up... for what?" Natalie asked, puzzled.
"Come to the office, show me the termination papers for Mrs. Windsor. After all, Mrs. Windsor is about to become CEO Watson," Oliver said with a teasing tone.
"How can a small fry like me, who hasn't even started her studio, dare to call herself a boss in front of Mr. Windsor?" Natalie chuckled, but unfortunately, he couldn't see her playful gaze over the phone.
Oliver replied with good nature, "What’s mine is yours, Mrs. Windsor is the one I work for."
Natalie faintly heard the sound of papers being shuffled over the phone along with Oliver's voice and guessed that he must be working.
Natalie had seen Oliver's impressive ability to multitask, reviewing documents and chatting while still perfectly prioritizing his workload.
"No need to pick me up, I'll make my way over," Natalie said, truly wanting to ask Oliver if he had indeed played a part in how the events unfolded.
"I'll send someone to pick you up," Oliver insisted firmly.
Realizing he hadn’t asked whether she’d drive herself or take a cab, and just stated he’d send someone, Natalie couldn’t help but laugh. "Oliver, are you trying to make sure I don’t back out?"
Hidden from Natalie's view, Oliver's eyebrows raised slightly.
Indeed, that was the case. It was safest to fetch her personally; what if Natalie changed her mind after hanging up the phone?
Spotting a taxi approaching, Natalie flagged it down and said to Oliver, "I'm already in the cab, no need to send someone for me."
With her already in the cab, what could he do? Oliver felt a bit deflated.
"Mr. Windsor, are you... all right?" The assistants, who were organizing documents and making annotations in a small conference room, looked at Oliver with alarmed expressions as his demeanor suddenly turned sour.
"What are you staring at? Do I have a business proposal or a merger deal plastered on my face?" Oliver asked expressionlessly.
The assistants were speechless. it was scary how just moments ago he’d been all smiles on the phone.
A boss who cracks jokes can be just as intimidating.
Natalie didn't go straight to RK Group but made a detour to an upscale shopping mall, where she spritzed on a new bottle of perfume.
Stepping out of the Gucci store, her gaze abruptly paused.
Not far away, a petite girl with golden curls was savoring her bubble tea. Her blue eyes were as beautiful as sapphires, and she tapped her feet on the ground rhythmically, her side profile and posture exuding cuteness.
Even with just a half-view of her face, Natalie recognized it was Lilian.
Natalie considered whether to greet her, wondering if it would interrupt Lilian's leisure time with friends. But she was taken aback when a tall, slender young man approached Lilian.
Lilian turned around with excitement, and Natalie instinctively hid behind a wall, then Lilian rose on her toes and kissed the man on the cheek.
Two people shared an unspoken understanding. The man almost instinctively bent down to accommodate her height, and ultimately, he ruffled Lilian's hair with a tenderness that his fingertips alone betrayed.
He stood with his back to Natalie, donning a baseball cap which made it impossible for Natalie to discern his face; she could only deduce from his trendy outfit that he was a young man.
Natalie was utterly baffled. Was Lilian in a relationship? And judging by their interaction, it seemed like it had been going on for some time now.
Her train of thought was abruptly interrupted by the sudden vibration of her phone.
She quickly stepped back and answered Oliver's call. "Natalie, where are you?" Oliver urged impatiently, "Don't tell me you've got something else holding you up and you're not coming."
"No, I'm on my way," Natalie lied sheepishly. If Oliver hadn't made this call, she might have forgotten about her meeting at RK Group with Oliver.
"An hour's gone by, were you planning on taking a cab around the entire city of Paykston?" Oliver's words were particularly biting.
Natalie soothed him with a few words and ended the call, and when she peeked back out, Lilian and the man had already left.
She raked her fingers through her hair, thinking she'd better find a way to appease the big shot at the president's office.
As she passed a boutique luxury store, Natalie suddenly took notice of their latest clothing line, which featured outfits designed for couples.
This couple's collection in particular demanded tall statures; those on the shorter side would appear even shorter, and any bodily flaws would be starkly revealed. Conversely, tall individuals with good physiques would find their assets magnified, enhancing their overall presence. Due to this selective nature of fit, not many ended up wearing these clothes after purchase.
Natalie paused there for no more than two minutes before receiving another urging call from Oliver, asking where she was so he could come pick her up.
She told him she would arrive within twenty minutes, hung up, and without further ado, she dashed into the store and bought a set of the couple's outfits in her and Oliver's sizes, and promptly left with her purchase.
Secretary Kensington awaited her eagerly outside the company building.
As Natalie stepped out of the car, Kensington approached her swiftly, taking the shopping bag from her hands, "Ma'am, I'm Mr. Windsor's assistant. You can call me Secretary Kensington. Right this way, please, Mr. Windsor is waiting for you in his office."
"I remember you," Natalie said with a smile.
Secretary Kensington led Natalie through Oliver's private elevator, and on this occasion, there were no interruptions as they ascended. The route, usually barren of foot traffic, coincidentally saw a few female employees emerging from the restroom just as the two women stepped into Mr. Windsor's elevator, prompting shock among the onlookers.
"Did I see that right just now?" one of them whispered.
"If you saw it wrong, then so did I... Wait, wasn't that Secretary Kensington in the front?" another replied.
"A woman who receives such respectful treatment from Secretary Kensington and rides in the CEO's private elevator—what kind of influential figure is she?"
"Too bad, only saw her from behind and didn't catch her face."
Their curiosity piqued, the women immediately started to scroll through their phones, trying to uncover any leads on the woman visiting the boss that day. Through their inquiries, they got a hit: Ms. Foster had an appointment with Mr. Windsor.
"Which Foster family?" someone asked.
"The one from the southwest territory," someone answered back. "I heard Mr. Windsor has some connections with the gentleman in charge of the Foster family. Maybe Ms. Foster is in line to become the next Mrs. Windsor."
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