Paige was amused, “No, Enrico’s temper is still… pretty good.”
“…”
Everyone looked at her quietly.
“Okay, I’ve put everything here, I’m going home,” Paige waved at them and turned to leave.
The Folsom family gathered together and looked at her back. Kelsey couldn’t help but chide, “Could it be that my sister and brother-in-law can’t get married because of me? Then I’m a big sinner, aren’t I?”
“It’s not your problem,” Blanca reassured her.
“It’s my problem. Falling in love and getting married all depends on the right time and place, and it also depends on a moment of impulse. Because of me, my brother-in-law’s impulse to get married is gone.”
Kelsey took all the blame on herself, and the heavier she carried it, the more upset she became.
It seemed like it was all her fault.
That’s not entirely unreasonable.
But if it is Kelsey’s fault, it is better to say that it is the Folsom family’s fault. It was their misfortune that made Paige and Enrico go abroad to save them.
“No! We have to find a way to let them get married before they go!” Beinice suddenly said.
This wedding cannot become a pity without congratulations.
“I agree,” Brangelina said.
The three little ones naturally nodded and agreed. They all agreed.
Blanca couldn’t stand it anymore, “They are both people with ideas, don’t make things worse.”
At that time, the two of them provoked discomfort.
“We’ll just think of a good idea.”
Eduardo was also eager to try, a wedding, the daughter of the Folsom family getting married, the first big celebration of the Folsom family moving back to Country A, just thinking about it was lively.
…
Paige returned to Rose Estate and opened the gift from Brangelina in the study.
It was an old-looking music box made of sandalwood with a faint fragrance. On top were a pair of cute little dolls, one in a tuxedo and the other in a wedding dress.
She turned the mechanism and the two dolls danced hand in hand to the music.
Paige flipped down the music box and saw a line of words printed on the bottom.
“I wish you a lifetime of happiness.”
Paige smiled at the words. Brangelina had clearly not given them as a farewell gift, but as a wedding gift.
Paige leaned over her desk and listened to the simple music playing. She reached out and touched the wedding dress on the doll. The light fell into her eyes, and she felt a sense of anticipation.
A wedding…
Actually, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to have a wedding before leaving.
But she really couldn’t figure out what that man Enrico was thinking. He designed the wedding rings but didn’t give them to her, and after playing around at the border for so long, he still didn’t seem to have any intention of giving them to her.
She didn’t know what he was waiting for. Maybe, just like signing the marriage registration, she could just hold a gun to Enrico’s head and get the wedding over with?
That didn’t seem like a good idea.
Registration was forced, but a wedding had to be consensual.
Paige sighed as she watched the two dancing dolls. Suddenly, she heard low footsteps outside the door. She quickly put the music box away and put it in the drawer next to her.
As soon as she closed the drawer, Enrico’s tall figure appeared in the doorway of the study.
“What was that noise?”
Enrico was holding a stack of documents in his arms, and he had a pair of light-colored glasses on his nose, which made him look strangely refined at first glance.
He looked up at her.
“Oh, it’s a farewell gift from Aunt Brangelina, an eight-track player,” Paige said quickly.
Naturally, Enrico had no curiosity about the Folsom family’s gifts, so he didn’t ask any more, and holding the documents, he suddenly put them all on the desk, which made a heavy muffled sound.
“Are these all the consortium’s documents?”
Paige sat there looking at him doubtfully.
“These are the largest monopolies of the Gustin Group.”
Enrico took out one of the large stacks of documents and put it aside, “That trash Jaden still wants me to assign him people who will never cause any problems.”
“You actually listened to him?” Paige was a little surprised.
On hearing this, Enrico’s face looked quite bad, gloomy, and his eyes looked at her dreamily, “Have you ever seen a resignation letter written in human blood? I saw it today.”
“…”
Paige looked steadily at his ashen face behind his glasses and burst out laughing. “Assistant Jaden really went all out, didn’t he?”
But it was understandable. After three years of hard work, there had not been many peaceful days, and now the boss was leaving and wanted him to become the manager… Jaden’s collapse was imaginable.
It was normal for him to write a blood letter.
It was considered that Jaden still had some reason left that he did not drain his own blood on the spot to protest.
“He squatted in front of the coffee table in my office and wrote his resignation letter with his fingers, two fingers if one wasn’t enough. I told him to just cut his wrists, there were enough veins,” Enrico said coldly, standing in front of her across the desk.
“And then what?”
“Then he started cutting his wrists. I suspect I’ve hired a psychopath as an assistant. I’ll ask Dr. Clinton to have a look at his brain sometime.”
Enrico said with gritted teeth, very angry.
“…”
So, Jaden was risking his life this time to get Enrico to assign him more helpers, so that he didn’t have to do it all alone.
It wasn’t easy.
Paige sympathized, “Then it seems like you’ll be busy for a few days. I’m fine on my end. I’ve said goodbye to the people at Wind Island and returned the ledgers I had in my possession to the Folsom family. Now, I just have to deal with the Peak Club.”
“Hm,” Enrico was so angry with Jaden that his voice was hoarse.
“So there’s one more question. About Kevin’s intelligence organization, should it be managed by your people or by my people?” Paige asked.
An intelligence organization is unlike anything else. To manage it, you must find someone who is capable and absolutely trustworthy, someone who will not betray.
“Forget about that psychopath Jaden. Ask your Peak Club people.”
Enrico directly ruled out Jaden.
“But the Peak Club also needs to reorganize Temple in Heaven, and there are still people fighting on the front line of the Ferris Wheel virus, so there’s a lot going on.”
Paige really felt bad, “Enrico, do you think it’s not good for us to just leave? It seems like… we owe everyone a lot.”
“Are you regretting it again?” Enrico looked at her unhappily, and his face turned even darker.
“I’m not regretting it. I’m just thinking, should we do something before we go, so that everyone can happily see us off?”
Paige sat there, crossing her arms and resting her chin in her hands. Her eyes looked at his handsome face with forced composure, and she tried to make her tone sound ordinary, rather than like a blatant hint.
Enrico stood there, flipping through the personnel files that were giving him a headache, leaning back against the desk, and glanced at her when he heard what she said. “What is it? Give them money?”
“Not to mention Jaden, the few people in the Peak Club could have already taken care of things on their own. They are willing to do things according to my words, and it is definitely not because of the amount of money I give them.”
It is friendship.
It is the friendship from when they came out of college together.
At times like this, if they can have a warm wedding, they will be moved and, in a moment of passion, they will happily bless them as they go off to enjoy themselves, right?