Rosalind nodded. “Alright! I’ll be back soon.”
She changed her clothes and went out. When she arrived at Rebecca’s office, she found the door slightly ajar, unlocked, but no one was inside.
Perhaps Rebecca went to the restroom or had something urgent to attend to before coming back.
With that thought, Rosalind didn’t leave. She stood at the door and decided to wait for a while.
At that moment, her phone rang.
She thought it might be Tilda waking up, but it turned out to be an unfamiliar number.
From home.
Rosalind was afraid that something happened to the children, so she quickly answered the call.
The voice on the other end sounded impatient and youthful, like a high school student. “How many years have you had this surveillance footage in your flash drive?”
It was B7.
“For many years.” Rosalind looked around to make sure no one was there before speaking, “Is there any difficulty in recovering it?”
She was afraid that even B7 couldn’t recover it!
“Of course! Why didn’t you say so earlier?” B7 spoke with a tone that seemed like he woke up on the wrong side of the bed, “Have you raised enough funds for the final payment?”
Suddenly being asked about money, Rosalind was taken aback. “I’m still working on it! Can we recover the flash drive earlier?”
“No! It’s quite troublesome!”
Then what did he mean by calling her about money?
Rosalind didn’t understand.
“If you can’t raise enough funds, then don’t bother. Be my girlfriend for a week, and you won’t lose out.”
Not just any woman catches his eye! Being asked to be his girlfriend is truly an honor for her.
Seeing Rosalind struggle to raise the final payment, B7 felt somewhat embarrassed. He thought that most women would happily agree to be his girlfriend if they couldn’t raise enough funds, even if they were really rich!
Why did she insist on raising the funds?
“I can raise it,” Rosalind replied earnestly.
She had carefully calculated that if she sold all her stocks and properties, she would only be short of a small amount! If necessary, she could borrow from the bank or apply for a few credit cards. It would be close enough.
“Suit yourself,” B7 said and hung up directly.
Rosalind looked at her phone screen and could imagine B7’s expression on the other end. He must be frowning and looking indifferent to every one.
A fair-skinned, arrogant, and rude young man. That was Rosalind’s only impression of B7.
“Miss Ruell?”
Rebecca came back and saw Rosalind waiting at the door.
She looked up and smiled, “Dr. Stewart, you’re back.”
“Yeah, please come in.” Rebecca put her hands in the pockets of her white coat. Today, she tied her hair into a high ponytail, making her look particularly young. “What’s wrong?”
“Ulric asked me to come and ask when he can take a bath.”
“Oh! He… He won’t be able to take a bath for a while. Just help him wipe his body.” After saying that, Rebecca paused for a moment and looked at Rosalind. “I forgot that Mr. Walters said he has OCD. Did he tell you not to touch him either?”
“No.” Rosalind knew about his obsession with cleanliness, but he never resisted her touch. “But he just wants to wash himself. It makes him feel comfortable.”
Rebecca tugged at the corner of her lips as she remembered how Ulric looked when she wanted to support him. It seemed as if he would die if he touched another woman.
“So Mr. Walters’s OCD is selective!”
Seeing Rebecca’s slightly furrowed brows, Rosalind quickly explained, “Did he do something that upset you? Don’t blame him. I swear he’s a neat freak!”
Rosalind understood Ulric’s temperament well. She had already guessed that once he regained consciousness, he would refuse other women touching him with a cold face!