Faye Townsend frowned at him: "Hunter Warren, what exactly is your sinister plot?"
"Sinister plot? Does my kindness really look that awkward to you?"
"Like a madman."
Hunter Warren slightly raised his eyebrows: "Alright, since you don’t trust now, I’ll give you so ti to adjust, but don’t make wait too long."
Hunter Warren stood up and left.
Faye Townsend grabbed her hair with both hands and leaned on the desk.
What’s going on, what exactly happened.
She clearly wasn’t drunk yesterday.
She hit Hunter Warren, Oliver Turner and Hunter Warren started fighting.
The bruise on the right side of his cheek was still visible.
She was not dreaming.
Why did Hunter Warren’s attitude suddenly take a 180-degree turn?
What kind of ghost trick is he playing, could it be for revenge on behalf of Zenia Yates?
Thinking of this, Faye Townsend couldn’t help but shiver.
No matter what his intentions are, she must uphold her own bottom line.
Never to get entangled with a man like Hunter Warren again.
One heartbreak in a lifeti is enough.
She can’t fall into the sa trap twice.
During lunchti, Oliver Turner called her.
Today Oliver was also in Townsend Corp, but due to preparing docunts for a venture capital firm, he didn’t have ti for lunch.
"I’ll bring sothing back for you when I return, what do you want to eat?"
"Anything is fine." Oliver responded while looking through the docunts.
"Hmm...then I’ll just buy sothing random."
"Okay, by the way, were you... okay last night?"
Faye Townsend raised an eyebrow: "I was fine, I went ho, took a bath and went to bed early; let’s turn the page on that day."
"I was worried about you all night after I got ho, wanting to call you but also worried you might not answer.
Now that you say that, I feel relieved."
Faye Townsend chuckled: "After I left yesterday... nothing happened between you guys, right?"
"What do you an by ’sothing’?"
"You guys didn’t start fighting again, right?"
Oliver Turner laughed: "We’re not kids anymore, why would we fight? After you left, we left as well."
Faye Townsend nodded, that’s good.
"Faye."
Just as she was about to hang up, Oliver’s gentle voice ca through the phone.
"Hmm?"
"No matter what, even if you really can’t get a divorce from him, I won’t leave you.
I care about you as a person."
Faye Townsend frowned, what’s going on today, has Eldoria had a collective confession day after not returning for six years?
"I’ve been especially craving at recently, I’ll bring you so at dishes later.
Alright, that’s enough, you’re busy, I’m hungry and going to eat."
"Okay, go ahead." Oliver hung up the phone without feeling disappointed.
He wasn’t expecting her to respond to him anyway.
But so words still needed to be said.
Faye Townsend had Declan Rivers send lunch over to Oliver Turner and his team.
After returning to the company, she went alone to her late father’s office to have so quiet ti.
Only there could her soul truly find peace.
This office held many mories of her childhood.
Initially, Richard Townsend wanted to work in this office, but she strongly opposed it.
In the end, with no other option, Richard picked another location for his office.
She sat down in her father’s executive chair, sitting in the big chair her father had once used, as if her father was embracing her.
It felt very secure.
There were still three photos of their family of four on the desk.
One photo shows her at four or five years old, held in her father’s arms.
Regrettably, she was too young at the ti, and she had long forgotten that scene.
She couldn’t even rember the warmth of her father’s embrace.
Looking at another photo, where the family of four was lined up one after the other,
she stood behind her mother, while Richard stood behind her father with his hand on her shoulder.
She was 16 at the ti, a blooming young girl, and also just starting to have a crush on Hunter Warren.
Back then, the smile on her face was so full of happiness.
Seeing Richard’s hand on her shoulder, Faye Townsend felt a bit teary, reminded of the scene she encountered at the main entrance when she ca back from lunch.
He said, "Look, I heard all these flowers in the hall were sent by Hunter Warren."
"My dear sister, how are you so impressive?
No wonder you can firmly hold Townsend Corp in your hands.
In this regard, I truly admire you.
You are so cunning; tell how do you manage to play n like that.
Even Second Master Warren, such a formidable figure, ended up sending you a truckload of flowers."
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