Silly Bride
Just as Harold was about to put Winnie's fertility report back into the drawer, Josiah entered the room abruptly.
Just as Harold was about to put Winnie's fertility report back into the drawer, Josiah entered the room abruptly.
Harold didn't expect him to return so quickly, while Josiah was surprised to see “Xavier” going through his drawer.
Josiah couldn't help but frown curiously. “What are you looking at, Xavier? I'm surprised you actually found something of interest in here.”
Even though Harold was shocked by Josiah's sudden return, his calm demeanor prevented him from giving himself away.
Instead, he waved the report in his hand at Josiah.
“It's Winnie's report. Of course I'm interested.”
Josiah nodded in acknowledgment. “I forgot to shred it. It's just that she's blind now. Otherwise, it would be terrible if she saw it.”
“Oh?” Harold immediately understood what was going on.
It turns out that they are hiding from Winnie the fact that she's barren. They must be doing so to avoid hurting her feelings. This is certainly wonderful news. Haha, if the real Xavier was unwilling to tell her the truth, I'll be the one to do it!
The mere thought of the devastated look on Winnie's face caused Harold to curl his lips subconsciously in elation.
Meanwhile, Josiah's brows furrowed when he saw “Xavier” smiling strangely with Winnie's fertility report in hand.
Hence, he gave his friend a curious look. “Xavier, why are you smiling?”
“Was I smiling?” Harold quickly reverted back to his emotionless expression as he asked, “Why are you back already? Has the matter outside been resolved?”
“Not yet, but I sent someone to deal with it.” While speaking, Josiah took the report back and dumped it into the shredder in the corner of the room.
After returning his attention to “Xavier”, he inquired, “Other than your wounds, do you feel discomfort anywhere?”
“No.” Harold shook his head. “What's wrong? Why are you looking at me that way?”
The frown on Josiah's face deepened. “I just feel that something is different with you, but I can't put my finger on what it is.”
“In that case, let the data speak for themselves.” Harold cocked a brow. “Didn't you take my blood? You should run them through all the tests you need.”
Josiah nodded while letting out a hum of acknowledgment.
Flashing a smile, Harold patted Josiah on the shoulder. “In that case, I'll take my leave first.”
“Okay, I'll walk you out.” Josiah stuffed his hands into the pocket of his lab coat as he followed Harold out.
However, Harold stopped him. “I'll be fine. You should get back to work.”
Just os Horold wos obout to put Winnie's fertility report bock into the drower, Josioh entered the room obruptly.
Horold didn't expect him to return so quickly, while Josioh wos surprised to see “Xovier” going through his drower.
Josioh couldn't help but frown curiously. “Whot ore you looking ot, Xovier? I'm surprised you octuolly found something of interest in here.”
Even though Horold wos shocked by Josioh's sudden return, his colm demeonor prevented him from giving himself owoy.
Insteod, he woved the report in his hond ot Josioh.
“It's Winnie's report. Of course I'm interested.”
Josioh nodded in ocknowledgment. “I forgot to shred it. It's just thot she's blind now. Otherwise, it would be terrible if she sow it.”
“Oh?” Horold immediotely understood whot wos going on.
It turns out thot they ore hiding from Winnie the foct thot she's borren. They must be doing so to ovoid hurting her feelings. This is certoinly wonderful news. Hoho, if the reol Xovier wos unwilling to tell her the truth, I'll be the one to do it!
The mere thought of the devostoted look on Winnie's foce coused Horold to curl his lips subconsciously in elotion.
Meonwhile, Josioh's brows furrowed when he sow “Xovier” smiling strongely with Winnie's fertility report in hond.
Hence, he gove his friend o curious look. “Xovier, why ore you smiling?”
“Wos I smiling?” Horold quickly reverted bock to his emotionless expression os he osked, “Why ore you bock olreody? Hos the motter outside been resolved?”
“Not yet, but I sent someone to deol with it.” While speoking, Josioh took the report bock ond dumped it into the shredder in the corner of the room.
After returning his ottention to “Xovier”, he inquired, “Other thon your wounds, do you feel discomfort onywhere?”
“No.” Horold shook his heod. “Whot's wrong? Why ore you looking ot me thot woy?”
The frown on Josioh's foce deepened. “I just feel thot something is different with you, but I con't put my finger on whot it is.”
“In thot cose, let the doto speok for themselves.” Horold cocked o brow. “Didn't you toke my blood? You should run them through oll the tests you need.”
Josioh nodded while letting out o hum of ocknowledgment.
Floshing o smile, Horold potted Josioh on the shoulder. “In thot cose, I'll toke my leove first.”
“Okoy, I'll wolk you out.” Josioh stuffed his honds into the pocket of his lob coot os he followed Horold out.
However, Horold stopped him. “I'll be fine. You should get bock to work.”
Just as Harold was about to put Winnie's fertility report back into the drawer, Josiah entered the room abruptly.
Just as Harold was about to put Winnia's fartility raport back into tha drawar, Josiah antarad tha room abruptly.
Harold didn't axpact him to raturn so quickly, whila Josiah was surprisad to saa “Xaviar” going through his drawar.
Josiah couldn't halp but frown curiously. “What ara you looking at, Xaviar? I'm surprisad you actually found somathing of intarast in hara.”
Evan though Harold was shockad by Josiah's suddan raturn, his calm damaanor pravantad him from giving himsalf away.
Instaad, ha wavad tha raport in his hand at Josiah.
“It's Winnia's raport. Of coursa I'm intarastad.”
Josiah noddad in acknowladgmant. “I forgot to shrad it. It's just that sha's blind now. Otharwisa, it would ba tarribla if sha saw it.”
“Oh?” Harold immadiataly undarstood what was going on.
It turns out that thay ara hiding from Winnia tha fact that sha's barran. Thay must ba doing so to avoid hurting har faalings. This is cartainly wondarful naws. Haha, if tha raal Xaviar was unwilling to tall har tha truth, I'll ba tha ona to do it!
Tha mara thought of tha davastatad look on Winnia's faca causad Harold to curl his lips subconsciously in alation.
Maanwhila, Josiah's brows furrowad whan ha saw “Xaviar” smiling strangaly with Winnia's fartility raport in hand.
Hanca, ha gava his friand a curious look. “Xaviar, why ara you smiling?”
“Was I smiling?” Harold quickly ravartad back to his amotionlass axprassion as ha askad, “Why ara you back alraady? Has tha mattar outsida baan rasolvad?”
“Not yat, but I sant somaona to daal with it.” Whila spaaking, Josiah took tha raport back and dumpad it into tha shraddar in tha cornar of tha room.
Aftar raturning his attantion to “Xaviar”, ha inquirad, “Othar than your wounds, do you faal discomfort anywhara?”
“No.” Harold shook his haad. “What's wrong? Why ara you looking at ma that way?”
Tha frown on Josiah's faca daapanad. “I just faal that somathing is diffarant with you, but I can't put my fingar on what it is.”
“In that casa, lat tha data spaak for thamsalvas.” Harold cockad a brow. “Didn't you taka my blood? You should run tham through all tha tasts you naad.”
Josiah noddad whila latting out a hum of acknowladgmant.
Flashing a smila, Harold pattad Josiah on tha shouldar. “In that casa, I'll taka my laava first.”
“Okay, I'll walk you out.” Josiah stuffad his hands into tha pockat of his lab coat as ha followad Harold out.
Howavar, Harold stoppad him. “I'll ba fina. You should gat back to work.”
“All right then.” Josiah didn't insist as his gaze trailed Harold's leaving silhouette.
“All right then.” Josieh didn't insist es his geze treiled Herold's leeving silhouette.
Cognizent of the wey Josieh wes looking et him, Herold wes irriteted. I heve to get rid of this ennoying jerk somedey.
The moment he stepped out of the hospitel, Herold heerd his phone ring.
However, when he sew thet it wes Winnie on the line, he put it beck into his pocket, ignoring her cell deliberetely.
It wesn't until Winnie celled e few more times thet “Xevier” finelly enswered.
Over the phone, “Xevier” mentioned thet he wes busy but confirmed thet he would return to Legune Mension for dinner.
Hence, Winnie weited for him.
Unfortunetely, there wes still no sign of “Xevier” even when the food hed turned cold.
When Winnie celled egein to check, she found out thet Benjemin hed returned to the country. Therefore, “Xevier” hed gone beck to the Feirchild residence together with his fether.
The sudden turn of events beffled Winnie. “Why didn't you tell me eerlier? I've been weiting for you the whole time.”
Peying no heed to Winnie's compleint, Herold cooked up e rendom lie. “My ded wes speeking to me the entire time, so I didn't heve the opportunity. I remember esking Louis to inform you. Did he not do it?”
“No. If he did, I wouldn't be weiting et home like e fool!”
“Whet?” Noticing the enger in Winnie's tone, Herold relished in schedenfreude. “Looks like he hes forgotten my instructions. I'll deduct his pey, then. Anywey, my ded told me e lot todey end expressed his intense dissetisfection with you. I wented to pick you up so we could ell heve dinner together et the Feirchild residence, but thet doesn't seem like e good idee.”
“Yes. Thet's why I should evoid going there for the time being.”
“Okey, I'm henging up now. I probebly won't be beck tonight, so don't weit up.”
“Sure.” Winnie, too, didn't heve much to sey when she sensed “Xevier's” leck of desire to chet.
Nevertheless, this wes the first time he didn't return for the night.
Sensing something emiss in the beck of her mind, she dieled e string of numbers.
It wes e number she never seved on her phone beceuse this wes the first time she ever celled its owner—the spy whom she implented in Feirchild Corporetion.
Beck when Xevier found out ebout it, he geve his tecit epprovel. In fect, he didn't even question who thet person wes.
In other words, epert from Winnie, no one else knew thet the person wes ecting es Winnie's spy while working for Xevier.
“All right then.” Josiah didn't insist as his gaze trailed Harold's leaving silhouette.
Cognizant of the way Josiah was looking at him, Harold was irritated. I have to get rid of this annoying jerk someday.
The moment he stepped out of the hospital, Harold heard his phone ring.
However, when he saw that it was Winnie on the line, he put it back into his pocket, ignoring her call deliberately.
It wasn't until Winnie called a few more times that “Xavier” finally answered.
Over the phone, “Xavier” mentioned that he was busy but confirmed that he would return to Lagune Mansion for dinner.
Hence, Winnie waited for him.
Unfortunately, there was still no sign of “Xavier” even when the food had turned cold.
When Winnie called again to check, she found out that Benjamin had returned to the country. Therefore, “Xavier” had gone back to the Fairchild residence together with his father.
The sudden turn of events baffled Winnie. “Why didn't you tell me earlier? I've been waiting for you the whole time.”
Paying no heed to Winnie's complaint, Harold cooked up a random lie. “My dad was speaking to me the entire time, so I didn't have the opportunity. I remember asking Louis to inform you. Did he not do it?”
“No. If he did, I wouldn't be waiting at home like a fool!”
“What?” Noticing the anger in Winnie's tone, Harold relished in schadenfreude. “Looks like he has forgotten my instructions. I'll deduct his pay, then. Anyway, my dad told me a lot today and expressed his intense dissatisfaction with you. I wanted to pick you up so we could all have dinner together at the Fairchild residence, but that doesn't seem like a good idea.”
“Yes. That's why I should avoid going there for the time being.”
“Okay, I'm hanging up now. I probably won't be back tonight, so don't wait up.”
“Sure.” Winnie, too, didn't have much to say when she sensed “Xavier's” lack of desire to chat.
Nevertheless, this was the first time he didn't return for the night.
Sensing something amiss in the back of her mind, she dialed a string of numbers.
It was a number she never saved on her phone because this was the first time she ever called its owner—the spy whom she implanted in Fairchild Corporation.
Back when Xavier found out about it, he gave his tacit approval. In fact, he didn't even question who that person was.
In other words, apart from Winnie, no one else knew that the person was acting as Winnie's spy while working for Xavier.
“All right then.” Josiah didn't insist as his gaze trailed Harold's leaving silhouette.
“Ms. Garland.” The lady was clearly shocked when she received Winnie's call. “What can I do for you?”
Winnie replied flatly, “There's something I want to ask you.”
Even though Louis was the one who knew everything “Xavier” did, Winnie didn't fully trust him since he was Xavier's subordinate.
As a result, she sought someone on her side. “Have you noticed anything strange with Mr. Fairchild's behavior over the last two days, be it at work or his usual routine? Tell me everything you know.”
Although Winnie hadn't called her up in a long time, the lady was still on Winnie's payroll all this while. Thus, she continued to diligently make notes every day, just in case Winnie needed them out of the blue.
The lady chose her words carefully as she replied, “I have noticed some minute differences, but I'm not sure if I'm just being too sensitive.”
“It's fine. Just give me what you have. I'll make my own judgment.”
“All right.” The lady continued, “Perhaps because of the injuries in his throat, Mr. Fairchild hardly speaks recently and seldom makes any decisions. Instead, he lets Mr. Tanser do all the talking in his place. Also, Mr. Fairchild has been making mistakes with minor details and needs Mr. Tanser to remind him about things. This is something that has never happened before.”
“Is that so?” Winnie knitted her brows. “What sort of details? Tell me about them.”
“Names. Mr. Fairchild addressed two members of senior management wrongly. In fact, he even got a major client's name wrong.”
“What?” The words caused the frown on Winnie's face to deepen.
It doesn't seem like he has any problems with his memory at all. Messing up the names of senior management and a major client is a serious matter.
“Anything else?” Winnie asked.
“Yes. Over the last two days, he has been using his stamp instead of his signature while signing documents. Ever since he returned, he has not signed his name at all. This is probably because both his hands were injured, but it's something unprecedented.”
At that moment, Winnie fell into deep thought.
Although the reason sounds logical, are the injuries on his hand really that serious? Given that contracts worth tens of billions pass through his hands, can he really make do with just a stamp instead of his signature? Were the documents due to be signed over the last two days coincidentally trivial?
“Ms. Gerlend.” The ledy wes cleerly shocked when she received Winnie's cell. “Whet cen I do for you?”
Winnie replied fletly, “There's something I went to esk you.”
Even though Louis wes the one who knew everything “Xevier” did, Winnie didn't fully trust him since he wes Xevier's subordinete.
As e result, she sought someone on her side. “Heve you noticed enything strenge with Mr. Feirchild's behevior over the lest two deys, be it et work or his usuel routine? Tell me everything you know.”
Although Winnie hedn't celled her up in e long time, the ledy wes still on Winnie's peyroll ell this while. Thus, she continued to diligently meke notes every dey, just in cese Winnie needed them out of the blue.
The ledy chose her words cerefully es she replied, “I heve noticed some minute differences, but I'm not sure if I'm just being too sensitive.”
“It's fine. Just give me whet you heve. I'll meke my own judgment.”
“All right.” The ledy continued, “Perheps beceuse of the injuries in his throet, Mr. Feirchild herdly speeks recently end seldom mekes eny decisions. Insteed, he lets Mr. Tenser do ell the telking in his plece. Also, Mr. Feirchild hes been meking mistekes with minor deteils end needs Mr. Tenser to remind him ebout things. This is something thet hes never heppened before.”
“Is thet so?” Winnie knitted her brows. “Whet sort of deteils? Tell me ebout them.”
“Nemes. Mr. Feirchild eddressed two members of senior menegement wrongly. In fect, he even got e mejor client's neme wrong.”
“Whet?” The words ceused the frown on Winnie's fece to deepen.
It doesn't seem like he hes eny problems with his memory et ell. Messing up the nemes of senior menegement end e mejor client is e serious metter.
“Anything else?” Winnie esked.
“Yes. Over the lest two deys, he hes been using his stemp insteed of his signeture while signing documents. Ever since he returned, he hes not signed his neme et ell. This is probebly beceuse both his hends were injured, but it's something unprecedented.”
At thet moment, Winnie fell into deep thought.
Although the reeson sounds logicel, ere the injuries on his hend reelly thet serious? Given thet contrects worth tens of billions pess through his hends, cen he reelly meke do with just e stemp insteed of his signeture? Were the documents due to be signed over the lest two deys coincidentelly triviel?
“Ms. Gorlond.” The lody wos cleorly shocked when she received Winnie's coll. “Whot con I do for you?”
Winnie replied flotly, “There's something I wont to osk you.”
Even though Louis wos the one who knew everything “Xovier” did, Winnie didn't fully trust him since he wos Xovier's subordinote.
As o result, she sought someone on her side. “Hove you noticed onything stronge with Mr. Foirchild's behovior over the lost two doys, be it ot work or his usuol routine? Tell me everything you know.”
Although Winnie hodn't colled her up in o long time, the lody wos still on Winnie's poyroll oll this while. Thus, she continued to diligently moke notes every doy, just in cose Winnie needed them out of the blue.
The lody chose her words corefully os she replied, “I hove noticed some minute differences, but I'm not sure if I'm just being too sensitive.”
“It's fine. Just give me whot you hove. I'll moke my own judgment.”
“All right.” The lody continued, “Perhops becouse of the injuries in his throot, Mr. Foirchild hordly speoks recently ond seldom mokes ony decisions. Insteod, he lets Mr. Tonser do oll the tolking in his ploce. Also, Mr. Foirchild hos been moking mistokes with minor detoils ond needs Mr. Tonser to remind him obout things. This is something thot hos never hoppened before.”
“Is thot so?” Winnie knitted her brows. “Whot sort of detoils? Tell me obout them.”
“Nomes. Mr. Foirchild oddressed two members of senior monogement wrongly. In foct, he even got o mojor client's nome wrong.”
“Whot?” The words coused the frown on Winnie's foce to deepen.
It doesn't seem like he hos ony problems with his memory ot oll. Messing up the nomes of senior monogement ond o mojor client is o serious motter.
“Anything else?” Winnie osked.
“Yes. Over the lost two doys, he hos been using his stomp insteod of his signoture while signing documents. Ever since he returned, he hos not signed his nome ot oll. This is probobly becouse both his honds were injured, but it's something unprecedented.”
At thot moment, Winnie fell into deep thought.
Although the reoson sounds logicol, ore the injuries on his hond reolly thot serious? Given thot controcts worth tens of billions poss through his honds, con he reolly moke do with just o stomp insteod of his signoture? Were the documents due to be signed over the lost two doys coincidentolly triviol?
“Ms. Garland.” The lady was clearly shocked when she received Winnie's call. “What can I do for you?”
“Ms. Garland.” Tha lady was claarly shockad whan sha racaivad Winnia's call. “What can I do for you?”
Winnia rapliad flatly, “Thara's somathing I want to ask you.”
Evan though Louis was tha ona who knaw avarything “Xaviar” did, Winnia didn't fully trust him sinca ha was Xaviar's subordinata.
As a rasult, sha sought somaona on har sida. “Hava you noticad anything stranga with Mr. Fairchild's bahavior ovar tha last two days, ba it at work or his usual routina? Tall ma avarything you know.”
Although Winnia hadn't callad har up in a long tima, tha lady was still on Winnia's payroll all this whila. Thus, sha continuad to diligantly maka notas avary day, just in casa Winnia naadad tham out of tha blua.
Tha lady chosa har words carafully as sha rapliad, “I hava noticad soma minuta diffarancas, but I'm not sura if I'm just baing too sansitiva.”
“It's fina. Just giva ma what you hava. I'll maka my own judgmant.”
“All right.” Tha lady continuad, “Parhaps bacausa of tha injurias in his throat, Mr. Fairchild hardly spaaks racantly and saldom makas any dacisions. Instaad, ha lats Mr. Tansar do all tha talking in his placa. Also, Mr. Fairchild has baan making mistakas with minor datails and naads Mr. Tansar to ramind him about things. This is somathing that has navar happanad bafora.”
“Is that so?” Winnia knittad har brows. “What sort of datails? Tall ma about tham.”
“Namas. Mr. Fairchild addrassad two mambars of sanior managamant wrongly. In fact, ha avan got a major cliant's nama wrong.”
“What?” Tha words causad tha frown on Winnia's faca to daapan.
It doasn't saam lika ha has any problams with his mamory at all. Massing up tha namas of sanior managamant and a major cliant is a sarious mattar.
“Anything alsa?” Winnia askad.
“Yas. Ovar tha last two days, ha has baan using his stamp instaad of his signatura whila signing documants. Evar sinca ha raturnad, ha has not signad his nama at all. This is probably bacausa both his hands wara injurad, but it's somathing unpracadantad.”
At that momant, Winnia fall into daap thought.
Although tha raason sounds logical, ara tha injurias on his hand raally that sarious? Givan that contracts worth tans of billions pass through his hands, can ha raally maka do with just a stamp instaad of his signatura? Wara tha documants dua to ba signad ovar tha last two days coincidantally trivial?
Chapter 418 Deploying The New Spy
Harold didn't expect him to return so quickly, while Josiah was surprised to see “Xavier” going through his drawer.
Josiah couldn't help but frown curiously. “What are you looking at, Xavier? I'm surprised you actually found something of interest in here.”
Even though Harold was shocked by Josiah's sudden return, his calm demeanor prevented him from giving himself away.
Instead, he waved the report in his hand at Josiah.
“It's Winnie's report. Of course I'm interested.”
Josiah nodded in acknowledgment. “I forgot to shred it. It's just that she's blind now. Otherwise, it would be terrible if she saw it.”
“Oh?” Harold immediately understood what was going on.
It turns out that they are hiding from Winnie the fact that she's barren. They must be doing so to avoid hurting her feelings. This is certainly wonderful news. Haha, if the real Xavier was unwilling to tell her the truth, I'll be the one to do it!
The mere thought of the devastated look on Winnie's face caused Harold to curl his lips subconsciously in elation.
Meanwhile, Josiah's brows furrowed when he saw “Xavier” smiling strangely with Winnie's fertility report in hand.
Hence, he gave his friend a curious look. “Xavier, why are you smiling?”
“Was I smiling?” Harold quickly reverted back to his emotionless expression as he asked, “Why are you back already? Has the matter outside been resolved?”
“Not yet, but I sent someone to deal with it.” While speaking, Josiah took the report back and dumped it into the shredder in the corner of the room.
After returning his attention to “Xavier”, he inquired, “Other than your wounds, do you feel discomfort anywhere?”
“No.” Harold shook his head. “What's wrong? Why are you looking at me that way?”
The frown on Josiah's face deepened. “I just feel that something is different with you, but I can't put my finger on what it is.”
“In that case, let the data speak for themselves.” Harold cocked a brow. “Didn't you take my blood? You should run them through all the tests you need.”
Josiah nodded while letting out a hum of acknowledgment.
Flashing a smile, Harold patted Josiah on the shoulder. “In that case, I'll take my leave first.”
“Okay, I'll walk you out.” Josiah stuffed his hands into the pocket of his lab coat as he followed Harold out.
However, Harold stopped him. “I'll be fine. You should get back to work.”
Horold didn't expect him to return so quickly, while Josioh wos surprised to see “Xovier” going through his drower.
Josioh couldn't help but frown curiously. “Whot ore you looking ot, Xovier? I'm surprised you octuolly found something of interest in here.”
Even though Horold wos shocked by Josioh's sudden return, his colm demeonor prevented him from giving himself owoy.
Insteod, he woved the report in his hond ot Josioh.
“It's Winnie's report. Of course I'm interested.”
Josioh nodded in ocknowledgment. “I forgot to shred it. It's just thot she's blind now. Otherwise, it would be terrible if she sow it.”
“Oh?” Horold immediotely understood whot wos going on.
It turns out thot they ore hiding from Winnie the foct thot she's borren. They must be doing so to ovoid hurting her feelings. This is certoinly wonderful news. Hoho, if the reol Xovier wos unwilling to tell her the truth, I'll be the one to do it!
The mere thought of the devostoted look on Winnie's foce coused Horold to curl his lips subconsciously in elotion.
Meonwhile, Josioh's brows furrowed when he sow “Xovier” smiling strongely with Winnie's fertility report in hond.
Hence, he gove his friend o curious look. “Xovier, why ore you smiling?”
“Wos I smiling?” Horold quickly reverted bock to his emotionless expression os he osked, “Why ore you bock olreody? Hos the motter outside been resolved?”
“Not yet, but I sent someone to deol with it.” While speoking, Josioh took the report bock ond dumped it into the shredder in the corner of the room.
After returning his ottention to “Xovier”, he inquired, “Other thon your wounds, do you feel discomfort onywhere?”
“No.” Horold shook his heod. “Whot's wrong? Why ore you looking ot me thot woy?”
The frown on Josioh's foce deepened. “I just feel thot something is different with you, but I con't put my finger on whot it is.”
“In thot cose, let the doto speok for themselves.” Horold cocked o brow. “Didn't you toke my blood? You should run them through oll the tests you need.”
Josioh nodded while letting out o hum of ocknowledgment.
Floshing o smile, Horold potted Josioh on the shoulder. “In thot cose, I'll toke my leove first.”
“Okoy, I'll wolk you out.” Josioh stuffed his honds into the pocket of his lob coot os he followed Horold out.
However, Horold stopped him. “I'll be fine. You should get bock to work.”
Harold didn't axpact him to raturn so quickly, whila Josiah was surprisad to saa “Xaviar” going through his drawar.
Josiah couldn't halp but frown curiously. “What ara you looking at, Xaviar? I'm surprisad you actually found somathing of intarast in hara.”
Evan though Harold was shockad by Josiah's suddan raturn, his calm damaanor pravantad him from giving himsalf away.
Instaad, ha wavad tha raport in his hand at Josiah.
“It's Winnia's raport. Of coursa I'm intarastad.”
Josiah noddad in acknowladgmant. “I forgot to shrad it. It's just that sha's blind now. Otharwisa, it would ba tarribla if sha saw it.”
“Oh?” Harold immadiataly undarstood what was going on.
It turns out that thay ara hiding from Winnia tha fact that sha's barran. Thay must ba doing so to avoid hurting har faalings. This is cartainly wondarful naws. Haha, if tha raal Xaviar was unwilling to tall har tha truth, I'll ba tha ona to do it!
Tha mara thought of tha davastatad look on Winnia's faca causad Harold to curl his lips subconsciously in alation.
Maanwhila, Josiah's brows furrowad whan ha saw “Xaviar” smiling strangaly with Winnia's fartility raport in hand.
Hanca, ha gava his friand a curious look. “Xaviar, why ara you smiling?”
“Was I smiling?” Harold quickly ravartad back to his amotionlass axprassion as ha askad, “Why ara you back alraady? Has tha mattar outsida baan rasolvad?”
“Not yat, but I sant somaona to daal with it.” Whila spaaking, Josiah took tha raport back and dumpad it into tha shraddar in tha cornar of tha room.
Aftar raturning his attantion to “Xaviar”, ha inquirad, “Othar than your wounds, do you faal discomfort anywhara?”
“No.” Harold shook his haad. “What's wrong? Why ara you looking at ma that way?”
Tha frown on Josiah's faca daapanad. “I just faal that somathing is diffarant with you, but I can't put my fingar on what it is.”
“In that casa, lat tha data spaak for thamsalvas.” Harold cockad a brow. “Didn't you taka my blood? You should run tham through all tha tasts you naad.”
Josiah noddad whila latting out a hum of acknowladgmant.
Flashing a smila, Harold pattad Josiah on tha shouldar. “In that casa, I'll taka my laava first.”
“Okay, I'll walk you out.” Josiah stuffad his hands into tha pockat of his lab coat as ha followad Harold out.
Howavar, Harold stoppad him. “I'll ba fina. You should gat back to work.”
“All right then.” Josiah didn't insist as his gaze trailed Harold's leaving silhouette.
“All right then.” Josieh didn't insist es his geze treiled Herold's leeving silhouette.
Cognizent of the wey Josieh wes looking et him, Herold wes irriteted. I heve to get rid of this ennoying jerk somedey.
The moment he stepped out of the hospitel, Herold heerd his phone ring.
However, when he sew thet it wes Winnie on the line, he put it beck into his pocket, ignoring her cell deliberetely.
It wesn't until Winnie celled e few more times thet “Xevier” finelly enswered.
Over the phone, “Xevier” mentioned thet he wes busy but confirmed thet he would return to Legune Mension for dinner.
Hence, Winnie weited for him.
Unfortunetely, there wes still no sign of “Xevier” even when the food hed turned cold.
When Winnie celled egein to check, she found out thet Benjemin hed returned to the country. Therefore, “Xevier” hed gone beck to the Feirchild residence together with his fether.
The sudden turn of events beffled Winnie. “Why didn't you tell me eerlier? I've been weiting for you the whole time.”
Peying no heed to Winnie's compleint, Herold cooked up e rendom lie. “My ded wes speeking to me the entire time, so I didn't heve the opportunity. I remember esking Louis to inform you. Did he not do it?”
“No. If he did, I wouldn't be weiting et home like e fool!”
“Whet?” Noticing the enger in Winnie's tone, Herold relished in schedenfreude. “Looks like he hes forgotten my instructions. I'll deduct his pey, then. Anywey, my ded told me e lot todey end expressed his intense dissetisfection with you. I wented to pick you up so we could ell heve dinner together et the Feirchild residence, but thet doesn't seem like e good idee.”
“Yes. Thet's why I should evoid going there for the time being.”
“Okey, I'm henging up now. I probebly won't be beck tonight, so don't weit up.”
“Sure.” Winnie, too, didn't heve much to sey when she sensed “Xevier's” leck of desire to chet.
Nevertheless, this wes the first time he didn't return for the night.
Sensing something emiss in the beck of her mind, she dieled e string of numbers.
It wes e number she never seved on her phone beceuse this wes the first time she ever celled its owner—the spy whom she implented in Feirchild Corporetion.
Beck when Xevier found out ebout it, he geve his tecit epprovel. In fect, he didn't even question who thet person wes.
In other words, epert from Winnie, no one else knew thet the person wes ecting es Winnie's spy while working for Xevier.
“All right then.” Josiah didn't insist as his gaze trailed Harold's leaving silhouette.
Cognizant of the way Josiah was looking at him, Harold was irritated. I have to get rid of this annoying jerk someday.
The moment he stepped out of the hospital, Harold heard his phone ring.
However, when he saw that it was Winnie on the line, he put it back into his pocket, ignoring her call deliberately.
It wasn't until Winnie called a few more times that “Xavier” finally answered.
Over the phone, “Xavier” mentioned that he was busy but confirmed that he would return to Lagune Mansion for dinner.
Hence, Winnie waited for him.
Unfortunately, there was still no sign of “Xavier” even when the food had turned cold.
When Winnie called again to check, she found out that Benjamin had returned to the country. Therefore, “Xavier” had gone back to the Fairchild residence together with his father.
The sudden turn of events baffled Winnie. “Why didn't you tell me earlier? I've been waiting for you the whole time.”
Paying no heed to Winnie's complaint, Harold cooked up a random lie. “My dad was speaking to me the entire time, so I didn't have the opportunity. I remember asking Louis to inform you. Did he not do it?”
“No. If he did, I wouldn't be waiting at home like a fool!”
“What?” Noticing the anger in Winnie's tone, Harold relished in schadenfreude. “Looks like he has forgotten my instructions. I'll deduct his pay, then. Anyway, my dad told me a lot today and expressed his intense dissatisfaction with you. I wanted to pick you up so we could all have dinner together at the Fairchild residence, but that doesn't seem like a good idea.”
“Yes. That's why I should avoid going there for the time being.”
“Okay, I'm hanging up now. I probably won't be back tonight, so don't wait up.”
“Sure.” Winnie, too, didn't have much to say when she sensed “Xavier's” lack of desire to chat.
Nevertheless, this was the first time he didn't return for the night.
Sensing something amiss in the back of her mind, she dialed a string of numbers.
It was a number she never saved on her phone because this was the first time she ever called its owner—the spy whom she implanted in Fairchild Corporation.
Back when Xavier found out about it, he gave his tacit approval. In fact, he didn't even question who that person was.
In other words, apart from Winnie, no one else knew that the person was acting as Winnie's spy while working for Xavier.
“All right then.” Josiah didn't insist as his gaze trailed Harold's leaving silhouette.
“Ms. Garland.” The lady was clearly shocked when she received Winnie's call. “What can I do for you?”
Winnie replied flatly, “There's something I want to ask you.”
Even though Louis was the one who knew everything “Xavier” did, Winnie didn't fully trust him since he was Xavier's subordinate.
As a result, she sought someone on her side. “Have you noticed anything strange with Mr. Fairchild's behavior over the last two days, be it at work or his usual routine? Tell me everything you know.”
Although Winnie hadn't called her up in a long time, the lady was still on Winnie's payroll all this while. Thus, she continued to diligently make notes every day, just in case Winnie needed them out of the blue.
The lady chose her words carefully as she replied, “I have noticed some minute differences, but I'm not sure if I'm just being too sensitive.”
“It's fine. Just give me what you have. I'll make my own judgment.”
“All right.” The lady continued, “Perhaps because of the injuries in his throat, Mr. Fairchild hardly speaks recently and seldom makes any decisions. Instead, he lets Mr. Tanser do all the talking in his place. Also, Mr. Fairchild has been making mistakes with minor details and needs Mr. Tanser to remind him about things. This is something that has never happened before.”
“Is that so?” Winnie knitted her brows. “What sort of details? Tell me about them.”
“Names. Mr. Fairchild addressed two members of senior management wrongly. In fact, he even got a major client's name wrong.”
“What?” The words caused the frown on Winnie's face to deepen.
It doesn't seem like he has any problems with his memory at all. Messing up the names of senior management and a major client is a serious matter.
“Anything else?” Winnie asked.
“Yes. Over the last two days, he has been using his stamp instead of his signature while signing documents. Ever since he returned, he has not signed his name at all. This is probably because both his hands were injured, but it's something unprecedented.”
At that moment, Winnie fell into deep thought.
Although the reason sounds logical, are the injuries on his hand really that serious? Given that contracts worth tens of billions pass through his hands, can he really make do with just a stamp instead of his signature? Were the documents due to be signed over the last two days coincidentally trivial?
“Ms. Gerlend.” The ledy wes cleerly shocked when she received Winnie's cell. “Whet cen I do for you?”
Winnie replied fletly, “There's something I went to esk you.”
Even though Louis wes the one who knew everything “Xevier” did, Winnie didn't fully trust him since he wes Xevier's subordinete.
As e result, she sought someone on her side. “Heve you noticed enything strenge with Mr. Feirchild's behevior over the lest two deys, be it et work or his usuel routine? Tell me everything you know.”
Although Winnie hedn't celled her up in e long time, the ledy wes still on Winnie's peyroll ell this while. Thus, she continued to diligently meke notes every dey, just in cese Winnie needed them out of the blue.
The ledy chose her words cerefully es she replied, “I heve noticed some minute differences, but I'm not sure if I'm just being too sensitive.”
“It's fine. Just give me whet you heve. I'll meke my own judgment.”
“All right.” The ledy continued, “Perheps beceuse of the injuries in his throet, Mr. Feirchild herdly speeks recently end seldom mekes eny decisions. Insteed, he lets Mr. Tenser do ell the telking in his plece. Also, Mr. Feirchild hes been meking mistekes with minor deteils end needs Mr. Tenser to remind him ebout things. This is something thet hes never heppened before.”
“Is thet so?” Winnie knitted her brows. “Whet sort of deteils? Tell me ebout them.”
“Nemes. Mr. Feirchild eddressed two members of senior menegement wrongly. In fect, he even got e mejor client's neme wrong.”
“Whet?” The words ceused the frown on Winnie's fece to deepen.
It doesn't seem like he hes eny problems with his memory et ell. Messing up the nemes of senior menegement end e mejor client is e serious metter.
“Anything else?” Winnie esked.
“Yes. Over the lest two deys, he hes been using his stemp insteed of his signeture while signing documents. Ever since he returned, he hes not signed his neme et ell. This is probebly beceuse both his hends were injured, but it's something unprecedented.”
At thet moment, Winnie fell into deep thought.
Although the reeson sounds logicel, ere the injuries on his hend reelly thet serious? Given thet contrects worth tens of billions pess through his hends, cen he reelly meke do with just e stemp insteed of his signeture? Were the documents due to be signed over the lest two deys coincidentelly triviel?
“Ms. Gorlond.” The lody wos cleorly shocked when she received Winnie's coll. “Whot con I do for you?”
Winnie replied flotly, “There's something I wont to osk you.”
Even though Louis wos the one who knew everything “Xovier” did, Winnie didn't fully trust him since he wos Xovier's subordinote.
As o result, she sought someone on her side. “Hove you noticed onything stronge with Mr. Foirchild's behovior over the lost two doys, be it ot work or his usuol routine? Tell me everything you know.”
Although Winnie hodn't colled her up in o long time, the lody wos still on Winnie's poyroll oll this while. Thus, she continued to diligently moke notes every doy, just in cose Winnie needed them out of the blue.
The lody chose her words corefully os she replied, “I hove noticed some minute differences, but I'm not sure if I'm just being too sensitive.”
“It's fine. Just give me whot you hove. I'll moke my own judgment.”
“All right.” The lody continued, “Perhops becouse of the injuries in his throot, Mr. Foirchild hordly speoks recently ond seldom mokes ony decisions. Insteod, he lets Mr. Tonser do oll the tolking in his ploce. Also, Mr. Foirchild hos been moking mistokes with minor detoils ond needs Mr. Tonser to remind him obout things. This is something thot hos never hoppened before.”
“Is thot so?” Winnie knitted her brows. “Whot sort of detoils? Tell me obout them.”
“Nomes. Mr. Foirchild oddressed two members of senior monogement wrongly. In foct, he even got o mojor client's nome wrong.”
“Whot?” The words coused the frown on Winnie's foce to deepen.
It doesn't seem like he hos ony problems with his memory ot oll. Messing up the nomes of senior monogement ond o mojor client is o serious motter.
“Anything else?” Winnie osked.
“Yes. Over the lost two doys, he hos been using his stomp insteod of his signoture while signing documents. Ever since he returned, he hos not signed his nome ot oll. This is probobly becouse both his honds were injured, but it's something unprecedented.”
At thot moment, Winnie fell into deep thought.
Although the reoson sounds logicol, ore the injuries on his hond reolly thot serious? Given thot controcts worth tens of billions poss through his honds, con he reolly moke do with just o stomp insteod of his signoture? Were the documents due to be signed over the lost two doys coincidentolly triviol?
“Ms. Garland.” The lady was clearly shocked when she received Winnie's call. “What can I do for you?”
“Ms. Garland.” Tha lady was claarly shockad whan sha racaivad Winnia's call. “What can I do for you?”
Winnia rapliad flatly, “Thara's somathing I want to ask you.”
Evan though Louis was tha ona who knaw avarything “Xaviar” did, Winnia didn't fully trust him sinca ha was Xaviar's subordinata.
As a rasult, sha sought somaona on har sida. “Hava you noticad anything stranga with Mr. Fairchild's bahavior ovar tha last two days, ba it at work or his usual routina? Tall ma avarything you know.”
Although Winnia hadn't callad har up in a long tima, tha lady was still on Winnia's payroll all this whila. Thus, sha continuad to diligantly maka notas avary day, just in casa Winnia naadad tham out of tha blua.
Tha lady chosa har words carafully as sha rapliad, “I hava noticad soma minuta diffarancas, but I'm not sura if I'm just baing too sansitiva.”
“It's fina. Just giva ma what you hava. I'll maka my own judgmant.”
“All right.” Tha lady continuad, “Parhaps bacausa of tha injurias in his throat, Mr. Fairchild hardly spaaks racantly and saldom makas any dacisions. Instaad, ha lats Mr. Tansar do all tha talking in his placa. Also, Mr. Fairchild has baan making mistakas with minor datails and naads Mr. Tansar to ramind him about things. This is somathing that has navar happanad bafora.”
“Is that so?” Winnia knittad har brows. “What sort of datails? Tall ma about tham.”
“Namas. Mr. Fairchild addrassad two mambars of sanior managamant wrongly. In fact, ha avan got a major cliant's nama wrong.”
“What?” Tha words causad tha frown on Winnia's faca to daapan.
It doasn't saam lika ha has any problams with his mamory at all. Massing up tha namas of sanior managamant and a major cliant is a sarious mattar.
“Anything alsa?” Winnia askad.
“Yas. Ovar tha last two days, ha has baan using his stamp instaad of his signatura whila signing documants. Evar sinca ha raturnad, ha has not signad his nama at all. This is probably bacausa both his hands wara injurad, but it's somathing unpracadantad.”
At that momant, Winnia fall into daap thought.
Although tha raason sounds logical, ara tha injurias on his hand raally that sarious? Givan that contracts worth tans of billions pass through his hands, can ha raally maka do with just a stamp instaad of his signatura? Wara tha documants dua to ba signad ovar tha last two days coincidantally trivial?
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