Chapter 631 The Things Are Placed in the Usual Spot
Winona had just clinched the championship and spent the last few days exploring various museums with Caleb. She hadn't had a chance to check the online buzz, and by the time she did, the high-profile case of the falling object had already been overshadowed by other trending topics.
Maeve had been in the hospital for ten days, receiving top-notch care from the staff and enjoying gourmet meals.
As Richard set the dishes on the table, Maeve said, "Hey Richard, could you thank Mr. Bailey for me?"
They had gotten pretty familiar with each other over the past few days.
Richard's eyes lit up, and he smiled slightly.
Gratitude was often the first step toward deeper feelings between a man and a woman.
"These are from Mrs. Bailey. Mr. Bailey doesn't have that kind of emotional intelligence. All his kindness is reserved for Mrs. Bailey. To him, everyone else is just an employee, and he only cares about how to manage them."
Maeve fell silent.
A few days ago, she had indeed been eating hospital cafeteria food.
"Who would have thought that a man of Mr. Bailey's status would be so doting on his wife?"
"Of course, Mr. Bailey is very devoted to Mrs. Bailey."
Maeve chatted with Richard while eating, asking a few questions about the company.
Richard asked, "Are you thinking about getting into the business world?"
"A little. Every time I watch workplace dramas, I envy those white-collar workers in their business suits and high heels. Is your company hiring?"
"We're always hiring, year-round. What's your educational background?"
"Master's degree."
"That won't do. For cross-disciplinary hires, we only take Ph.D. holders," Richard shook his head. "Why would you want to leave medicine? Being a doctor is great. The business world is ruled by capitalists who exploit workers as much as possible. If people didn't need to eat, drink, or sleep, businesses would switch to 24-hour workdays in a heartbeat.
If I had your massage skills, I wouldn't want to work for anyone. I'd open my own shop, work when I want, and close when I don't."
He suddenly slapped his thigh. "Why don't we partner up? I think I'm pretty good at it now, good enough to be your partner."
Maeve, feeling Richard's intense gaze, laughed awkwardly. "Let's talk about it later. I'm still in my internship and haven't thought about anything else."
Maeve was discharged from the hospital that day. Richard had offered to take her home, but she declined.
Standing by the roadside, Maeve was about to open a ride-hailing app when a modest domestic car pulled up in front of her.
Thinking someone was getting out, she stepped back a few paces.
The driver's window rolled down just enough to reveal a third of the driver's face.
Maeve was shocked. "Is it you?"
"I saw the news. The item is in the usual place. Go get it yourself," a man's voice said. "You did well."
As the man finished speaking and started to roll up the window, Maeve rushed forward. "But you promised me..."
Before she could reach the car, it sped away.
Maeve instinctively chased after it, but no person can outrun a car. She didn't even get a chance to see the license plate before it merged into the congested traffic, changing lanes several times until it was out of sight.
Her back ached, and Maeve bit her lower lip so hard it bled as she watched the car disappear.
Two honks snapped her out of it. Maeve realized she was standing in the middle of the road and quickly apologized to the car behind her, moving to the side.
"Ms. Harrington," it was Winona. She had pulled over and unlocked the car. "Get in. I'll give you a ride."
"No need. I can get a cab."
"I came specifically to pick you up from the hospital, but I was a bit late. The nurse said you had already left," she pointed to the camera ahead. "You can't park here. Get in."
Maeve opened the car door and got in. "Thank you, Ms. Sullivan. You didn't have to go out of your way. I could have taken a cab."
"You saved Zachary. It's the least I can do. How's your injury? Did the doctor say you could be discharged?" Winona explained, "I've been really busy lately, so I couldn't visit you."
"It's fine. You don't need to apologize." Maeve shook her head. She was preoccupied with other thoughts and wasn't in the mood for conversation. After that, she fell silent.
Winona glanced at the traffic ahead and casually asked, "Was the person in that car someone you know?"
Maeve quickly and anxiously denied it. "No."
Realizing she sounded too emotional and might arouse suspicion, she calmed herself and added, "Just someone asking for directions. Ms. Sullivan, have you been here long?"
"No, I just arrived and saw you chasing that car. I thought you might need help."
Maeve felt embarrassed. "I'm not familiar with Dreamopolis and have a poor sense of direction. After giving him directions, I realized I had pointed him the wrong way and tried to catch up to tell him, but he drove off too fast."
"Oh, I see."
Maeve was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Winona said, "Next time someone asks for directions, just tell them to use GPS."
Maeve fell silent.
She turned to study Winona's expression. Winona seemed calm, and Maeve couldn't tell if she had been believed or not. To avoid further suspicion, she changed the subject. "Ms. Sullivan, I saw the news about you winning an award in Aetheria. That's amazing."
"You're still a college student. Once you start working, you'll be amazing too."
"Hopefully," Maeve said, feeling down. "You know my situation. My dad is like a ticking time bomb. I never know when he'll explode."
Winona took an invitation from her bag. "We're hosting a party at home this weekend. If you don't mind the noise, come join us. Meeting new friends will lift your spirits."
The party was being thrown by Lydia to celebrate Winona's award.
Maeve accepted the invitation. Winona asked for her address and drove her home. Looking at the old neighborhood, Winona asked, "Where do you live?"
"I live in the basement," Maeve said shyly. "Ms. Sullivan, it's too shabby. I won't invite you in."
"I used to live in a basement too."
Maeve's eyes widened in surprise. She wanted to ask why but remembered they weren't close enough for such personal questions. "I'll head in now, Ms. Sullivan. By the way, please tell Mr. Bailey that Richard doesn't need to come by every day."
Winona's eyes flickered. "Zachary asked Richard to come by every day?"
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