In the lounge, Christine White sat on the couch, absently eating her bowl of rice, a large portion of which was still left in the bowl after most of the day.
Baird Lane came to the scene where she was gawking with chopsticks in her mouth.
“Thinking about what?” He asked in a faint voice as he walked over.
Christine White looked back up at him, “Thinking about costume design, you done?”
“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane sat down, “You said costume design, you figured that out?”
“Figured it out, I’m going to apply to school in three months.” Christine White said as she put down her chopsticks with a bright glint in her eyes.
Baird Lane’s expression softened a bit as he looked at her like that, “You’ve decided?”
“I’ve decided!” Christine White replied without thinking.
Baird Lane poured himself a glass of water, “Now that you’ve decided, what school are you going to apply to.”
“I don’t know.” The bright light in Christine White’s eyes dimmed instantly, a worried frown on her small face, “That’s what I was just thinking about, I looked online and there are so many design schools, more than enough to know which one to choose.”
“Out of the country.” Baird Lane returned two words.
Christine White was slightly startled, “Out of the country?”
“Yes, several of the world’s leading design schools are abroad, and the only way for you to achieve some success in a short period of time is to go abroad to further your education.” Baird Lane said as he took a sip of water.
Christine White was silent.
She had thought that it was surprising enough that she wanted to take a few of the country’s leading design schools.
I didn’t realize that he’d actually gone further than she’d thought, and had gone straight for her to get into an internationally renowned academy.
But she had to admit that she was a little tempted, but she was worried that she wouldn’t be able to take the test.
“Do you think I can really go abroad to further my education?” Christine White looked at the man without confidence.
The man nodded her forehead, “It’s not whether you can or can’t go, it’s whether you’re willing to go, if you are, let me know and I’ll make the arrangements, okay, don’t think too much, let’s eat.”
When he finished, he picked up another set of bowls and chopsticks and began to eat.
He was probably hungry and ate much faster than usual, but his movements were still graceful and pleasing to the eye at first glance.
But Christine White was clearly not in the mood to pay attention to that at the moment, the only thing on her mind was what he had just suggested, and she wasn’t even in the mood to eat.
By the time she got back to the planning department, her stomach was still empty.
“Christine, where have you been all this time on your lunch break?” Debby York asked as she saw Christine White return and immediately came over to gossip.
Christine White turned on her computer and answered back vaguely, “Dinner’s on the way.”
“Where did you go to eat?” Debby York stared at her face for a split second, so she wanted to see something in it.
Christine White simply put her head down, “Went out to eat.”
“Yeah.” Debby York rubbed her chin, “Why don’t you ask me if you’re going to eat out?”
“Next time next time.” Christine White snorted in an attempt to muddle through.
But Debby York was determined not to let her go this time, “OK, then remember to call me next time, I also want to see what kind of delicious food you ate outside, but Christine ah, don’t you think there is something you are hiding from me, since you came to work in the headquarters these days, you have been strange and mysterious.”
“Yes?” Christine White’s expression had a moment of weakness.
Debby York hmmm’d, “Of course I did, I asked you to dinner and you didn’t go, I asked you to walk me around the office and you didn’t go, I feel like we’ve distanced ourselves so much these days.”
Christine White froze slightly.
In that case, it seems like it.
These days, every time Debby York invites her, she declines.
It is even true that Debby York is somewhat estranged from Debby York as he even talks less to Debby York other than at work.
A wave of guilt welled up in Christine White’s heart at the thought.
She took Debby York’s hand and apologized, “I’m sorry Debby , these past few days, I didn’t take your feelings into account, I …”
“Okay.” Debby York patted the back of her hand, “What’s the point of being so melodramatic, I’m not blaming you, I’m just saying all this to remind you that you can talk to me about anything, don’t fight it on your own, and don’t forget that there’s still a me behind you.”
“Debby …” Christine White was moved to tears.
Debby York was amused, “Don’t do that, make it sound like I’m bullying you.”
She drew a tissue and shoved it into Christine White’s hand, “Well, hurry up and wipe your eyes, it’s time to go to work.”
“Uh-huh.” Christine White nodded, before quickly adjusting her mindset and immersing herself in her busy schedule.
After her afternoon shift, Christine White said goodbye to Debby York and came out to the parking lot, ready to wait for Baird Lane to return to the cottage with her.
Turns out Baird Lane didn’t wait until his special assistant did.
“Ma’am, President Lane is working late tonight and asked me to take you home.” Gates held down the car keys and signaled Christine White to get in.
Christine White stood still and didn’t move, but glanced up at the company building with some concern in her heart.
Baird Lane stayed up all night last night, worked all day today, and had to work late at night.
How’s his body holding up?
“Assistant Gates, tell me honestly, is something wrong with the company?” Christine White looked at Gates with a serious face.
Surprised at how perceptive she was, Gates pushed up his glasses and replied, “Your Ladyship guessed correctly, something did happen to the company and it was attacked again.”
“What? The same forces as last time?” Christine White subconsciously clasped her bag chain.
Gates shook his head a little, “More than that, there are official forces involved this time.”
“Official … official?” Christine White exclaimed.
Gates sighed, “Yes, we, The Lane Family, have been reported to be suspected of tax evasion as well as the phenomenon of property building materials bubbling up, so the officials have sent various departments over to inspect in the past two days, and since the inspection is not yet complete, President Lane naturally has to work overtime to cope with it.”
“How did this happen?” Christine White’s small face went white and she grabbed Gates’ arm like a lifesaver, “Are Baird and company going to be okay?”
Gates smiled and drew his arm back, “Don’t worry ma’am, none of these things have been done by our company, naturally nothing will happen, the person who reported it probably knows it in his heart, the reason why he is still doing it is just to nauseate us, to see if he can take advantage of the chaos to hit The Lane Family’s market as well as to cause The Lane Family’s consumer panic and suspicion.”
“So …” Christine White sighed in relief.
Baird Lane is fine.
“Well ma’am, get in the car and don’t worry, after tonight those inspection teams will be back.” Gates pulled the car door open.
Christine White nodded and sat in.
Along the way, she didn’t say much, silently thinking about all sorts of messy things in her mind.
Back at the villa, it was almost seven o’clock.
Aunt Lucy came out to greet her, her face a little less than perfect, “Ma’am.”
“Aunt Lucy what’s wrong with you? Is something wrong?” Christine White inquired with concern.
Aunt Lucy pointed inside the villa, “Here come the nasty ones.”
“Who?” Christine White was curious.
Aunt Lucy coldly grunted, “Who else can there be, The Bort Family that woman, looking for Mr. have found here, how to drive away can not be driven away, if not for fear of hurting her, I would have let the security guards thrown her out, hateful is that she also do not allow me to call Mr. and Mrs. you, really pissed off me.”
Christine White ignored Aunt Lucy’s complaints and just misplaced her initial remark, “Aunt Lucy, did you say Molly Bort was here?”
“Yeah, sitting in the living room right now.” Aunt Lucy bristled.
Christine White’s small face sank as she lifted her feet and walked into the villa.
Upon entering the living room, I was sure to see the scene of Molly Bort sitting on the sofa, sipping tea with a look of enjoyment on her face.
“What brings you here?” Christine White questioned in a cold voice as she walked over and set her bag down.