Chapter 457 I Offer Him Money
Winona pulled an all-nighter, and a bowl of meat sauce noodles at five in the morning was just what she needed.
"Maybe we'll have to pay to intern in the future," Winona said, blowing on her noodles to cool them down.
Rebecca let out a frustrated sigh, "Who comes up with these ridiculous ideas? Making farmers drive back to the countryside to farm in the morning and then drive back to the city to live at night. They can buy houses and cars in the city without worrying about gas prices. Are they even farmers? That's just rich people playing at life. Have they seen how high gas prices are now? And telling people to rent out their extra houses if they're broke. If they're broke, how do they have extra houses? Did the person who suggested this leave their house to them?"
She continued, "I wonder if these people have eaten too much genetically modified food and turned themselves stupid. They clearly have no common sense."
Winona chuckled, "You sound so bitter, I almost think you're a victim."
Rebecca groaned, "I am! I can barely afford next year's rent."
The ambulance siren downstairs finally stopped. Halfway through their noodles, they heard a quick series of knocks at the door.
Rebecca raised an eyebrow at Winona and said, "Let him wait a bit. Don't forgive him just because he says a few soft words."
She then walked over to open the door, habitually checking the peephole first. Instead of seeing Nicholas, she saw a few people in hospital uniforms carrying a stretcher.
Rebecca thought of the ambulance parked downstairs and said nothing.
She thought, 'Nicholas better not be Zachary, or he can forget about getting his wife back.'
Thinking about resolving this misunderstanding gave her a headache. She forced a smile as she opened the door. "Who are you looking for?" she asked.
A man replied, "We're from the city hospital's emergency center. We got a call about a pregnant woman who fell and is bleeding. Did you make the call? Where is the pregnant woman?"
It was indeed Nicholas. Rebecca apologized, "Sorry, this is a misunderstanding. The person who called misheard. The pregnant woman isn't bleeding. She's fine."
To prove her point, she stepped aside to let them see.
Confirming that Winona was the pregnant woman with a sprained ankle and that she was indeed fine, the doctors left with the stretcher.
As soon as the door closed, Winona was the first to laugh. "I thought they were here to pick up someone working overtime, but they came for me."
Rebecca remained silent. She finished her noodles, washed the dishes in the kitchen, and then lay on the bed with a look of despair. "Sleep. We're closed for the day," she said.
Winona rested at home for five days and finally could walk normally without any aid, though she couldn't walk for long. The doctor warned that if she didn't heal correctly, she could end up frequently twisting her ankle, which might lead to the need for surgery.
That afternoon, Winona, who was almost getting a herniated disc from sitting too long, firmly refused Dylan's offer to bring her food and went downstairs to eat. Just as she stepped out of the Bailey Group building, a black Cayenne stopped in front of her.
The window rolled down, revealing Samuel's extraordinarily handsome face. His eyes were filled with deep fatigue, and the whites were bloodshot, clearly from a sleepless night. "Get in." His voice was low and hoarse from staying up all night.
Winona was stunned. "Mr. Anderson?"She didn't know Samuel well, and they rarely exchanged greetings. The last time he approached her was because of Zachary. Now that Zachary was missing, she had no reason to interact with Samuel, so she hesitantly called out.
Samuel pinched the bridge of his nose. His long, well-proportioned fingers were more beautiful than those of professional hand models. "Take me to see the mysterious Mr. Ramsey," he said.
Winona responded, "He's at the Ramsey Group. You can go directly."
She didn't get any special treatment from Nicholas; if needed, she'd be stopped just like anyone else. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling that the receptionist always seemed to focus on her. Each time she walked in, she felt like she was instantly recognized. But then again, maybe the receptionist just had keen eyesight.
Samuel had been on a plane for over twenty hours, with only a brief nap. He hadn't slept properly and came straight over after landing. The lack of sleep and eagerness to get home made him irritable. He said, "His assistant told me Mr. Ramsey isn't seeing visitors recently."
Noticing the faint impatience in his eyes, Winona opened the car door and got in. She said, "Then you might be disappointed. I had to make an appointment when I went on behalf of the Bailey Group."
Hearing this, Samuel said nothing and started the car, driving towards the Ramsey Group.
As expected, they were halted at the reception. The receptionist offered a polite, standard smile, revealing eight teeth. "Do you have an appointment?"
In contrast to Winona's soft approach, Samuel was direct. "No, but I heard the Ramsey Group is seeking funding. I'm here to offer Mr. Ramsey some money."
The Ramsey Group's financial troubles were well-known. No matter how capable Nicholas was, he couldn't conjure money out of thin air. Recently, they had taken on several large projects, and without sufficient funds, they had to seek financing.
This was why Winona had been negotiating with Nicholas. The Ramsey Group couldn't handle such large projects alone. Even if they secured them, they would need to collaborate with other companies.
The receptionist replied, "Okay, may I have your name?"
Samuel responded, "Samuel."
The receptionist clearly recognized the name, her eyes lighting up as she looked at Samuel. "Please wait a moment," she said.
Half a minute later, she hung up the phone. "Mr. Ramsey will see you now," she said.
Winona followed behind Samuel, but the receptionist stopped her. "Sorry, Miss Sullivan, Mr. Ramsey only mentioned seeing Samuel. Please wait in the lounge."
Upon hearing this, Winona realized the truth: Nicholas didn't want to see her. The receptionist had mentioned her name in the conversation.
Samuel frowned, clearly wanting to say something but refraining. Instead, he turned to Winona and said, "Wait for me in the lounge. I'll take you back to the Bailey Group later."
Winona said, "No thanks, I—"
She didn't want to impose. After being away for months, Samuel was probably eager to get back to Julia. Plus, with the way he looked, it was clear he was driving while exhausted. She didn’t want to risk him getting pulled over by the police instead of getting her back to the Bailey Group.
Yet Samuel interrupted her, "I brought you out, so I have to make sure you get back safely. Otherwise, I can't explain it to him."
He didn't specify who, but Winona knew he meant Zachary.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
