Beckett? The famous Beckett Robinson of Hiphia, a man everyone respects, actually asked Georgia to call him by his first name.
Who exactly is Georgia, that Beckett would treat her as if she were his godmother?
Everyone in the company was stunned, their jaws practically hitting the floor. The same question buzzed in their minds-what on earth was going on?
Jamie glanced around at the people around him, all wearing the same shocked expression.
‘Did everyone just hear that wrong? Or did Beckett mistake her for someone else?’
‘It must be a mistake! He must have confused her with someone else!’ Jamie thought to himself.
But Jamie didn’t dare to speak up. If he did, he’d get beaten up for sure. Being hit by someone like Beckett is something you just have to accept because there’s no way to fight back. He didn’t have the guts to go up against Beckett even if he wanted to.
Watching Beckett’s respectful demeanor, Georgia felt a bit overwhelmed. She blinked and said, “Mr. Robinson, please come inside. You’re welcome to inspect our products.”
Beckett waved his hand repeatedly, “Mrs. Scott, there’s no need to be so formal. And I don’t dare to inspect anything. As long as you’re in charge, I have complete confidence. I’m just here to take a look around.”
Georgia couldn’t quite figure out what Beckett was up to. He had been polite during the contract signing, and now he was still being overly courteous.
Before long, Beckett followed Georgia inside.
Meanwhile, some employees whispered among themselves, “Didn’t someone just say Ms. Adams only got the contract because she slept with Mr. Robinson? But now it looks like Mr. Robinson respects her like his own parent.”
“I bet someone was just jealous of Ms. Adams’ talent and spread those rumors on purpose.”
As they spoke, their eyes drifted toward Jamie, who had been slapped in the face earlier. It was clear who had spread the rumor, but now it had been utterly dis-proven.
Jamie watched as Georgia and Beckett walked into the factory, grinding his teeth in frustration.
“Jamie, are you okay?” Layla asked with concern.
Jamie gritted his teeth and muttered, “I’m fine.”
“What did Georgia do to Beckett to make him embarrass you in front of everyone? He’s gone too far! Does he really think he can do whatever he wants just because he’s rich?” Layla fumed.
“Let’s go!” Jamie let out a snort.
Originally, Jamie had come here to mock Georgia, but now he was the ones being laughed at by the entire company. This ruined his plan to hook up with that secretary Lara.
Georgia and a few company managers led Beckett into the factory, and Beckett was tense and cautious the entire time.
After his last conversation with Fletcher, Beckett knew that this woman was someone he dared not cross. Even though she was indeed beautiful and charming, he didn’t dare to look too long.
When Georgia glanced at him, he even avoided eye contact, afraid of displeasing her.
After a while, Beckett asked, “Mrs. Scott, may I ask you a personal question?”
Georgia paused for a moment and replied, “Go ahead, Mr. Robinson.”
Mustering up his courage, Beckett asked, “Well, I was wondering, who is your husband?”
Georgia frowned slightly, understanding he was asking about Kayden. She answered, “My husband isn’t here.”
A faint disappointment crossed Beckett’s face. He had hoped to catch a glimpse of the man even Fletcher respected so much.
“Oh, no worries then. I thought he might be around. Please convey my regards to him. If you ever need anything in Hiphia, don’t hesitate to call on me,” Beckett said respectfully.
The accompanying managers were even more terrified now. Georgia had kept a low profile, but no one would have guessed she had such a powerful background that even Beckett offered his services. It seemed no one would dare mess with her from now on.
Immediately, several of the top executives cast respectful glances at Georgia. It was clear that from now on, they’d follow her lead without question.
Earlier, Jamie had said something and got slapped for it, and he was her cousin. If it had been them, they would have been kicked out altogether.
It came to the evening. The top floor of the Moon Viewing Restaurant was the most expensive part of the restaurant, known as the Emperor’s Room. People of ordinary status could only reach the fifth floor at most, while those above the fifth floor were the elites from the top class in Hiphia.
In the Emperor’s Room, the table was laden with dishes, and several elderly gentlemen of similar age were seated around it. A young lady, Erika Vincent, sat nearby with her chin propped up in her hands.
Coleman paced anxiously back and forth at the entrance of the room. Every few steps, he glanced toward the staircase, clearly waiting for someone important.
“Grandpa, you’ve paced back and forth a hundred and thirty-eight times already. I’m getting tired just watching you,” Erika said with exasperation. She had rarely seen Coleman this nervous; after all, he was usually the one others respected.
Coleman didn’t respond, but one of the men at the table chuckled, “I imagine he is waiting for someone very important.”
Coleman didn’t answer. For him, being able to get Kayden to come out was a stroke of luck. He was almost certain that Kayden was the legendary figure known as the Defender of the South on the Border.
Just as he remained silent, he suddenly exclaimed excitedly, “He’s here!”
A thin young man with pale skin, looking somewhat sickly, emerged from the staircase.
“Mr. Scott!” Coleman immediately stepped forward to greet him.
Kayden glanced up and down at Coleman, his face expressionless, and said, “I told you, there’s no need to be so formal.”
“Yes, please, come this way,” Coleman gestured toward the room.
Coleman had reserved the VIP seat for Kayden. As Kayden entered the room, everyone stood up to greet him. They had expected some sort of grand figure, but when they saw it was just a young man, they felt a bit disappointed.
He didn’t even look like an elite, and his clothes were worth no more than two hundred bucks. But no one dared say anything since this was Coleman’s event.
Kayden paid no attention to the old men’s gazes and went straight to the VIP seat.
As soon as he sat down, before Coleman could introduce him, one of the elderly men joked, “Coleman, is this young man your future grandson-in-law?”
Erika blushed instantly and quickly said, “Mr. Hernandez, don’t joke around. I’m still in school.”
She then sneaked a glance at Kayden. Ever since she found out that Kayden was the War God in the Army her grandfather always talked about, she had developed a deep admiration for this aloof man.
After all, he was a hero who defended the country, someone everyone had to respect.