Chapter 619 You Want to Hold Me Responsible?
The scene unfolded within the grandeur of the Doyle estate in Columbia. A middle-aged man, his gaze sharp and calculating, turned to his bodyguard with a question. "Has it been taken care of?""Indeed, sir. The ones who posed a threat are no longer among the living. The rest are of no consequence," the bodyguard confirmed.A satisfied nod came from the man. The troublesome few had been dealt with, leaving only the insignificant ones. He could have offered them a chance, but he knew they lacked the ability to seize it. "Has the old man been informed?" he queried further."Unlikely, sir.""Hmm, ensure he gets wind of this. He must relinquish any hopes of outsiders laying claim to the Doyle fortune. It belongs solely to me!" His face hardened with determination as he made this proclamation.Meanwhile, at the bustling headquarters of Evelyn Fashion Group, Sarah was immersed in her work. Aware of the predicament Evelyn was grappling with, she felt the pressing need to maintain stability and avert any additional complications."Ms. Yuan, you have a visitor," her secretary announced, rapping lightly on the office door."Who might it be?""The gentleman identifies himself as Keith, claiming to be an acquaintance of yours."Keith...A surge of emotion washed over Sarah as memories flooded her mind. She quickly suppressed them, maintaining her composure. "Inform him that I am preoccupied," she instructed, her voice steady."Certainly." The secretary exited, leaving Sarah alone with her thoughts. She found herself unable to refocus on her work, her mind replaying the events of that night - a drunken haze that still felt surreal. She berated herself for her recklessness.Downstairs, a smirk played on Keith's lips upon hearing he wouldn't be granted an audience. He chose to stay, determined to wait it out. Ever since that fateful day at Evelyna Fashion, Sarah had been evading him. Today, he was resolved to confront her.Sarah was taken aback to find Keith lingering in her company's lobby. Her first instinct was to escape, but she couldn't risk drawing attention from her secretary and other employees. As Keith approached her, he said calmly, "We need to talk.""Prepare the car," Sarah instructed her secretary without turning around.The secretary, though puzzled, nodded and left to fulfill her duty.With her secretary gone and eager to avoid becoming the subject of office gossip, Sarah led Keith to the break room on the first floor. Once the door closed behind them, she felt a wave of relief wash over her. "What is it that you wish to discuss? I thought I had made my stance clear.""Clear? Your words were anything but clear," Keith retorted, his frustration evident. "Are we supposed to pretend that night never transpired?""Indeed, nothing happened," Sarah maintained, her matter-of-fact tone further fueling Keith's frustration.His eyes flashed with suppressed anger. "Sarah! What do I mean to you?""Keith, we are both adults. You're not expecting me to take responsibility for our actions under the influence, are you?" She regretted that night deeply, wishing she hadn't indulged in alcohol and acted impulsively."And what if I do expect you to take responsibility?" Keith's gaze bore into hers, a part of him wanting to walk away with his dignity intact, but he couldn't.He knew that if he didn't confront her, she would indeed act as if nothing had transpired. But Keith couldn't do the same.Sarah was taken aback, clearly surprised by Keith's words. After a moment, she managed a dry laugh. "Are you jesting? How do you propose I take responsibility?""By becoming my girlfriend," Keith stated without a hint of hesitation.Sarah's frown deepened as she rejected him outright. "I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in pursuing a relationship at the moment."Keith was a good man, but they were simply not meant for each other.
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