"Tsk, tsk, my little sister, you’re really sothing."
She watched Richard Townsend whistle and taunt as he walked away, her heart involuntarily aching and twitching.
After all, they were biological siblings, sharing the sa parents and growing up together.
But how did they end up like this today?
As children, they could play together all day long, couldn’t they?
Why did so many relationships change in quality as they grew up?
Was it Richard who changed, or was it her?
Could it really be that she was the one at fault?
She only wanted the best for the Townsend family and for him—did she do sothing wrong?
Why can’t he understand her painstaking efforts?
The next morning, Faye Townsend successfully took over all the duties from Oliver Turner and officially assud her new position.
All the executives in the company wanted to throw her a welco party.
But Faye disagreed.
She had no achievents or authority yet; even with a welco party, no one would truly respect her.
Rather than letting people talk behind her back and showing off, it was better to focus her energy on work.
After the handover ceremony, Faye imdiately returned to her office and started working thodically.
Around ten in the morning, the internal phone rang. Faye answered it to hear Declan Rivers’ voice.
"Director Townsend, Second Master Warren has sent another truckload of flowers.
The front desk is asking if they can bring them up."
"Either throw them out, or just like yesterday, have them take them back where they ca from.
Oh yes, tell them to take away those piled up in the lobby yesterday as well."
"Understood."
After hanging up, Faye imdiately dialed Hunter Warren’s number.
On the other end, Hunter’s voice sounded sowhat relaxed: "Did you receive the flowers? Did you like them?"
"I threw them all out. Do not send flowers anymore.
You’re seriously disrupting my life."
"Why not give it a try? It’ll beco natural.
This is advice from my experience.
I think I’m probably the man who has received the most flowers in the world.
You know what I an."
Faye bit her lip, that jerk, provoking her with the past.
"I’ve told you, I’m not a mind-reader inside your gut, how would I know what you an?
Just don’t send any more flowers, it’s really annoying, you know."
"Whether you accept them or not is your business, sending them is mine.
Since I’ve said I’m pursuing you, naturally I need to show sincerity."
"Hunter Warren, what is your purpose in pursuing .
I don’t believe you genuinely want to restart life together with .
If that were truly the case, then answer this.
If I were to live with you, bearing soone else’s child, wouldn’t you mind? Wouldn’t you find it disgusting?"
Hunter’s brow furrowed slightly—how could he not mind?
But at this point, could he really just let her go to Oliver Turner?
He couldn’t bear to see her heartbroken again.
Hunter’s smile turned wicked: "How could it be soone else’s child? It’s still part of the Warren family after all.
If I don’t keep a close watch, who’s to say he won’t grow up to be a troublemaker like his father?
I’ll raise him close by, cherish him, spoil him, give him the best of everything.
I’ll make sure he never has the chance to be ungrateful."
Faye clenched her forehead with her hand, so that was his motive.
No wonder he was so attentive.
She knew it; a man like Hunter Warren wouldn’t be kind to soone without a reason.
Not realistic.
"Hunter Warren, you want back by your side? Dream on."
She was about to hang up when she heard a sudden urgent knocking and a male voice on the other end: "Second Master, sothing bad happened, Miss Ye had a car accident."
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