Chapter 136
When Leopold left, he didn't forget to take the postcard that the higher-ups considered a curse. As soon as he disappeared at the door, the executives behind him almost simultaneously let out a sigh of relief.
The planning department was even more relieved, and the news of their salaries doubling this month was like a warm winter sun. What could be more worth celebrating than this?
In the office, Leopold pushed aside the mountain of files on the desk and solemnly placed the ordinary-looking postcard in the center.
He read the handwriting on the back repeatedly, and only then did a slight smile curve at the corner of his mouth.
Agnes learned to take the initiative?
Willow Creek
As evening approached, Agnes, who was jogging, vaguely heard some unusual sounds in the distance, which became more unsettling the closer she got.
She feared she had accidentally stumbled into someone's secret garden.
She abruptly stopped, not daring to make any rash moves, but at that moment, her phone rang in the area with weak signal, the vibration in her pocket clearly audible.
Fortunately, she had set it to vibrate. She hid behind a big tree, panting, and took out her phone.
A familiar number appeared on the screen, almost bringing her to tears. Damn Leopold! He finally decided to contact her! Boohoo.
She hastily wiped away the moisture from the corner of her eyes, pressed the answer button but didn't speak first. Hmph, she hadn't forgotten their argument from a while ago.
Leopold seemed to know the call had been answered and spoke first, "What are you doing?" Leopold's tone was flat, without any emotion.
This attitude made Agnes feel stifled, wanting to get angry but having no outlet. After a while, she replied irritably, "Just wandering."
Agnes's few words were enough to make Leopold's lips curve into a smile, "I received it."
"Huh?" Agnes was momentarily confused.
"The love letter you wrote me."
Huh? Love letter? When did she confess? This capitalist Leopold was distorting the truth! She blushed and corrected in a low voice, "That was a postcard, not a love letter!" She would never write him a love letter.
Herman had given her a few postcards of the village scenery, which she had filled out and sent. She hadn't expected Leopold to receive them.
In his eyes, that was Agnes's confession letter.
Not wanting to dwell on these trivial matters, he asked lightly, "How have you been there these past few days?"
Agnes cautiously looked around, the unusual activity seemed to be escalating. In the dead of winter, these people's hobbies were truly unique.
Holding her phone, she retraced her steps back to the village, hesitated for a moment, and then admitted reluctantly, "Not very well."
Whether with Henry or Leopold, she had never experienced such harsh conditions. As night fell, the temperature dropped below freezing, and she was so cold she didn't even want to leave the house. Indeed, not very well.
"Mm." Everything was as expected.
Then there was silence.
Leopold was truly the epitome of a man of few words. How many sentences had he spoken in this entire call? More than ten?
The answer was no!
Feeling depressed, she returned to her room and couldn't help but send Leopold a message, "Did you call for something specific?"
His reply was still brief, "Mm," which almost made Agnes laugh in exasperation. She patiently and expectantly asked, "What is it?"
"To see how you're doing."
A wave of warmth surged in her heart, and she replied with teary eyes, "I'm not doing well." She missed him, missed his gentle voice, missed his embrace.
Leopold seemed to be free at the moment and replied instantly, "Then I'm relieved."
Agnes was bewildered.
Leopold knew she wasn't well, and that made him feel at ease? What did that mean?
Did Leopold have a grudge against her? Was he pleased to see her not doing well?
She had no intention of replying, but the more she thought about it, the angrier she got. "Mr. Neville is having fun in Lumina City!"
"Good."
Agnes almost spat blood in anger. Leopold's ability to infuriate was unmatched.
After several days of gloomy weather, today finally cleared up, and the sun was shining brightly.
Austin was quietly basking in the sun alone, Grace was helping the elderly with chores, and others were playing a throwing game with the children in the open space. The big guy Justin had taken off his coat and was running fast, causing bursts of laughter.
The children excitedly shouted, "Justin, throw it to Agnes, we want to see Agnes catch you!"
Everyone knew Agnes was a fast runner, and many children followed her for morning runs.
Justin, panting slightly, refused, "You're tricky, I won't throw it to her, I'll throw it to you!"
The handkerchief fell, and the children screamed, "Agnes, Justin threw it behind you, catch him!"
Agnes was startled, turned around, and saw the handkerchief indeed behind her. To amuse the children, she exaggeratedly challenged Justin, "Justin, I must catch you today and make you sing nursery rhymes!"
Unexpectedly, Justin suddenly changed direction, and Agnes had to follow. Just as she was about to catch him, Justin pointed to the commotion, "Agnes, look!"
Everyone's curiosity was piqued by Justin's reaction, and at that moment, a child ran over excitedly shouting, "Look! A bunch of luxury cars are at the village entrance, the kind you see on TV, what are they called..."
Justin calmly added, "Emperor, Bentley, Rolls-Royce Phantom."
The child jumped up and down, "Yes, those luxury cars! Everyone, come and see!"
Emperor? A familiar license plate came into view.
The village entrance was slightly lower, and once the conspicuous luxury cars stopped, everyone in the village could see them.
The man who got out of the Emperor was the smug Kevin. He immediately locked eyes on the gentle goddess Agnes and waved at her obsequiously.
The people in the distance, not knowing the situation, also waved back enthusiastically.
Agnes didn't even look at Kevin, her eyes fixed on the rear window of the Emperor. Even though the window wasn't down, she could feel Leopold's intense gaze.
She was certain, he had come.
Had he come to take her away?
This damn man Leopold, always giving her a piece of candy after hurting her! Yesterday's anger vanished instantly with his arrival, and she was utterly spineless.
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