Chapter 448 Broken Hands and Feet
Nicholas, tall and broad-shouldered, filled the conference room doorway. He was rocking a light-colored suit, and his face, which looked a lot like Zachary's, was hidden behind a mask. His slightly long bangs covered his forehead, leaving just his eyes visible. He showed up with the client company's head honcho, and they seemed to be having a good chat.
Seeing him with the mask on, Winona let out a small sigh of relief. She was really worried Evander might pass out from the shock.
Nicholas and Zachary didn't have the same vibe, probably because they dressed differently. So, without seeing his face or talking to him, it was hard to think they were the same person.
But Evander had already heard that Nicholas looked a lot like Zachary, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances. He lowered his voice and asked Winona next to him, "Is this the young master of the Ramsey family, who looks a lot like Zachary?"
Winona looked over at Nicholas, but he was busy with his assistant and didn't notice her. She replied, "Yeah."
Just as Winona was about to look away, their eyes met. Nicholas, done talking with his assistant, had turned towards her, pursing his lips. Winona was about to give him a polite smile, but he quickly looked away.
Winona didn't hear it, but she knew that he'd snorted again.
She thought she hadn't done anything to make him mad, right? It had been two days since he stormed out of the restaurant, brushing past her shoulder, but he still hadn't cooled down.
The client company's head honcho had already started talking, so Winona pulled her wandering thoughts back and focused on business. She didn't need to get involved in the bidding process, nor could she.
Across from her, Nicholas watched her being so focused and diligent, and couldn't help but frown.
If the workplace was a battlefield, then Winona's battlefield shouldn't be the business world but the field of artifact restoration. That was where she should be donning her armor and fighting her battles.
It was also there that she shone, a light that came from her heart due to her passion, a very infectious light.
He glanced at Evander beside her, who looked exhausted and clearly unwell but was still holding on. The guilt in his heart surged layer by layer, almost drowning him.
Nicholas's already expressionless face darkened, but since he was wearing a mask, no one could see it.
His assistant rubbed her arms, a small shiver running through her. The sky had become a brooding grey, and the air held a sharp, almost metallic tang of approaching cold.
Two hours later, the bidding ended, and the Ramsey Group secured the partnership.
A wave of exhaustion washed over Evander. He rubbed his aching temples, already defeated after just a few hours at his desk.
He smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "I really am getting old. The business world now belongs to the young. If Zachary doesn't come back soon, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold onto the Bailey Group."
He said the last sentence very softly, more to himself, but Winona still heard it.
However, she pretended not to hear and helped Evander stand up from his seat. "Let's go," she said.
The group slowly made their way out of the conference room. Just as they reached the elevator, the display screen suddenly went black, and the lights on that floor went out too.
A power outage?
While Winona was wondering, the client company's head honcho got the news. There was a power outage, and they were working on fixing it and getting the backup power running, but it would take a while.
The conference room was on the 17th floor, not too high to walk down. So Evander looked at everyone around him and said, "Let's take the stairs."
As long as his health was fine, Winona had no objections.
Nicholas stood at the entrance to the emergency exit. Although he didn't look at Winona, his attention was always on her, so he naturally heard their conversation.
But with so many people around, he couldn't say much. He could only look at her, frowning so hard he could kill a fly, hoping Winona could understand what he wanted to convey from his eyes, but she didn't even look at him.
"Miss Sullivan shouldn't be taking the stairs," he blurted out as Winona passed. "I heard you are pregnant."
Winona replied, "The doctor said moderate exercise would make childbirth easier."
Hearing this, Nicholas lowered his eyes to her belly. His eyes, covered by his eyelashes, were filled with undeniable tenderness. It seemed to have grown a bit since a few days ago.
His assistant, very perceptive, said, "Mr. Ramsey, you have another meeting later. We should take the stairs too, or we'll be late."
Nicholas pondered for a moment before reluctantly nodding. "Okay."
After a few steps, he asked, "What's your name?"
The assistant was speechless.
He was so touched that he was finally going to have his own name. The irony was, after all these days trailing Nicholas, Nicholas still couldn't remember what it was.
"Richard Miller," he quickly explained, afraid Nicholas might have an issue with his name. "My name is very easy to remember."
Yet Nicholas said, "You can shut up now."
Winona and Evander walked in front, followed by several people from the Bailey Group. Nicholas couldn't squeeze to the front; if he did too much, his identity as the young master of the Ramsey family would be exposed, so he could only watch her from a distance.
As he walked, he complained about how steep the stairs were and why there weren't any windows or solar-powered lights. If the power went out, it would be pitch black, and what if Winona fell?
Good things never happened, but bad things came as soon as they came up. The person behind Winona suddenly lost their balance and fell forward, shouting in panic, "Who tripped me?"
Hearing this, Winona turned around, startled by the commotion, and saw a dark figure lunging at her.
There were seventeen or eighteen steps on this floor, and they had only gone down two or three. If she fell, she could die on the spot or at least break some bones.
Winona knew the consequences, but at such a close distance, in a narrow stairwell, there was no way to dodge. Even if she could, there was nowhere to go.
She could only watch as the person lunged at her.
She thought, 'It's over.'
At the critical moment, she felt her arm being tightly grasped by a large hand, and her body was pulled close to the railing.
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