Chapter 471 Is This Your Button?
Winona didn't let anyone see her off; she just took off on her own because Rebecca had called, asking her to tag along to her brother's school that afternoon.
When Zachary saw the two of them alone, his mood instantly brightened. Even the thought of Rebecca, Winona's best friend, didn't bug him as much. He decided that in the future, whenever he and Winona hung out, he'd definitely try to set her up with Anthony.
Rebecca, who was driving over, suddenly sneezed a few times. While waiting at a red light, she grabbed the jacket she had tossed aside and put it on.
Meanwhile, Zachary helped Timothy into the car and told the driver, "Take us home."
As the car exited the underground parking lot, it had to navigate a sharp corner. Even though the driver slowed down a lot, Timothy still ended up bumping into Nicholas.
Timothy quietly reached out, trying to grab something he had slipped into Nicholas's pocket earlier. It was the tiniest bugging device in the world, and Timothy had gone through a lot of trouble to get it—just one.
When you're super tense, your body tends to get a bit stiff—unless you're someone who's had professional training.
Timothy's hand had just reached into Zachary's pocket. He hadn't even fully inserted the tip of his finger when he was suddenly straightened up.
Zachary adjusted Timothy's drooping head while scolding the driver, "Drive slower."
To make Timothy more comfortable, Zachary lowered the central armrest of the seat and placed a pillow under his head.
At this point, Timothy couldn't keep up the act anymore. He frowned slightly and slowly opened his eyes.
Then, Zachary pretended to search for his phone in his pocket and accidentally touched the button, holding it up to examine it closely. "Whose button is this?" he asked.
Timothy's heart skipped a beat. His eyes, previously filled with drunkenness, were now full of tension, completely clear. He swallowed and was about to speak when he heard Zachary instruct the driver, "Stop the car."
The car stopped, and there happened to be a trash can outside. Zachary then rolled down the window, and the button made a perfect arc in the air, landing right in the bin.
"Nicholas." Timothy's face changed slightly, and he blurted out.
Zachary turned back, puzzled. "What's wrong? Was that your button? Should I go get it back for you?"
Meeting his questioning gaze, Timothy forced a smile and shook his head. "It's nothing. I was just worried you might miss it, and we'd have to go down and pick it up."
Even though Timothy didn't live with Zachary, Zachary knew all his clothes. None of his clothes matched that button. If he admitted it was his, it would definitely raise suspicion.
If Zachary asked Timothy how his button ended up in his pocket, Timothy would have to come up with an explanation. One lie would require countless others to cover it up, and any slip could expose the truth.
Such a valuable item being thrown away was a real shame.
Timothy looked at Zachary, who was now looking down at his phone, his face calm and showing no signs of suspicion.
Could it really be a coincidence?
Zachary's inner turmoil was far from the calm he displayed. He pursed his lips and stared at the content on his phone for a while before replying.Then he deleted the message with a blank expression.
The message, from someone he had placed by Jackson's side, contained only a brief sentence: [Mr. Ramsey, something has happened.]
To save time, Winona and Rebecca agreed to meet at the university gate.
As soon as Rebecca got out of the car, she started rolling up her sleeves, angrily striding towards the school gate. "That brat dared to apply for a major change behind my back. Just wait until I break his legs. If his advisor hadn't called me, my parents and I would still be in the dark."
Winona followed closely beside her, lowering her voice. "Keep it down. The security guard is watching us. If you act like this, people won't think you're a student's family; they'll think you're here for revenge."
She was grateful that she had been wearing flat shoes to pretend to be pregnant, allowing her to keep up with the anger-fueled, brisk-walking Rebecca. Of course, Miss Davis's high heels also bought her some time.
Winona glanced at the security office and said, "One of the guards went inside, probably to get a baton."
Rebecca was so full of anger that not even a baton, let alone a machete, could stop her from wanting to beat Howard to death. She remarked, "This university's top major is quantum mechanics. When he applied, our parents disagreed and wanted him to switch to management to take over the family business. I had supported him immensely, chatting until my throat was parched, saying all sorts of encouraging things. I even got beaten by my dad and limped for three months while I recovered."
She continued, "The guy I liked misunderstood that I was a cripple and married another woman out of heartbreak. I sacrificed so much, but he gave up halfway. Not only that, but he also switched to law."
Although Rebecca did limp for a while, it wasn't that serious. Howard was somewhat wronged.
Considering this, Winona felt she had to speak up for him. She said, "Even if Howard studied management and followed your parents' wishes to take over the family business, your crush wouldn't have married you. He didn't even know you existed."
"How can you be so sure? If Howard took over the family business and became a CEO, I'd be the CEO's sister. I could throw a bunch of resources at my crush, and he'd know me then, right?" Rebecca touched her face, striking a pose like the mythological figure who was infatuated with his own reflection. "A beautiful and wealthy woman like me might not experience love at first sight, but feelings can certainly develop with time."
Winona replied, "You're the CEO's daughter now; you can still throw resources at him."
Rebecca rolled her eyes and said, "Only a true princess can have lovers and enjoy life. The status makes all the difference."
She made such a good point that Winona had no response.
But no matter how aggressive Rebecca was, she was stopped by the security guard at the gate. One of them was holding a baton used for patrols and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
This university allowed the public to visit, and the security guards usually didn't stop people. Winona thought they were stopped because Rebecca, with her rolled-up sleeves, looked too much like a thug, ready for a fight.
Rebecca replied, "Howard from Quantum Mechanics. I'm his sister."
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