The Lynch Group.
Serena Jennings signed the docunts, renouncing the inheritance left to her by Jasper Linton.
"Ms. Jennings, are you really sure about this?"
Jared Warren asked Serena seriously after glancing through the docunts.
Serena smiled lightly, with ease.
"What’s there to be unsure about... You wouldn’t think a charity fund holds much allure for , would you?"
"Not at all... Ms. Jennings is the one in charge of the Lockwood Group, it’s normal to overlook a small charity fund."
"Don’t misunderstand."
Serena waved her hand dismissively at Jared, speaking calmly, "I just don’t want to have anything more to do with the Linton Family."
"I see..."
Jared didn’t chat much with Serena. Since Serena wanted to renounce her inheritance, Jared carried out the procedure accordingly.
The two left the conference room one after the other, just as Wendy Linton walked over.
Serena noticed Jared and Wendy brush past each other.
Jared clutched the docunts in his arms, intentionally lowering his head to avoid making eye contact with Wendy.
Wendy acted as if she hadn’t seen Jared either.
Originally, Serena didn’t have much interest in people related to the Linton Family, including Wendy and Jasper Linton’s lawyer.
However, the reaction between Jared and Wendy just now made her inadvertently draw a question mark in her mind.
Wendy is now the de facto head of the Linton Group and was Jasper Linton’s most valued adopted granddaughter, so seeing Jared should at least warrant a greeting.
Even if Wendy didn’t know Jared before, she would have t him after the reading of the will.
Yet, when they encountered each other, they acted like strangers.
This couldn’t help but make Serena feel puzzled.
Either there’s a rift between Wendy and Jared, leading to a poor relationship.
So when they t, neither greeted the other.
Or...
Serena turned around, walking alone to the elevator to wait.
Only those who don’t want outsiders to notice any relationship between them would deliberately maintain a sense of distance.
Between Wendy and Jared...
Which could it be?
As night fell, Jared first drove ho, changed his clothes, and put on sunglasses, then headed out again.
This ti, he hailed a cab directly to the Aethelgard Hotel.
He had a room key in hand, and after swiping it to enter the guest room, he didn’t see the person who invited him until he reached the bed, strewn with rose petals.
"Guess who I am?"
Suddenly, a slender pair of jade-like hands covered Jared’s eyes.
"Miss Wendy..."
Jared took the hands off his eyes, turned around.
Upon seeing Wendy, he was stunned.
Wendy wore no fabric, only thin ropes.
"What’s wrong, don’t like dressed like this?"
Jared’s face flushed red, Adam’s apple moving, swallowing repeatedly.
No matter how much he swallowed, his throat felt increasingly dry.
"I... thought the deal between us... was over..."
Jared stuttered.
"How could it be..."
Wendy wrapped her hands around Jared’s neck, her fiery red lips capturing Jared’s earlobe.
"This is your reward... for doing well at the will reading."
Instinctively, Jared bit his lower lip.
"Felix and Charles, those two old n, I’ve already handled them... Dad had no objections about Grandpa distributing the inheritance this way... As for Serena, she suspects nothing... I told you before, as long as we work together, there’s nothing we can’t achieve."
"..."
The atmosphere in the hotel room was quite seductive, yet Jared’s reaction was stiff.
Wendy chuckled.
"Tonight is your due reward..."
As she spoke, she pushed Jared onto the bed covered with rose petals.
However, after undoing Jared’s belt, she didn’t proceed further.
"By the way, there’s sothing I want to ask you..."
Jared couldn’t resist Wendy’s seduction and felt a reaction "there."
But Wendy paused at this critical mont.
"What is it, ask quickly..."
"Why rush?"
Wendy casually toyed with Jared’s body, nonchalantly asking:
"Grandpa’s real will..."
Jared imdiately frowned.
"What did you do with it?"
"Of course, destroyed it."
"How was it destroyed?"
"Burned it."
Their dialogue was quick, leaving Jared no room to respond.
Jared also responded swiftly, without a trace of hesitation.
Wendy watched Jared’s increasingly impatient expression, her fiery lips curling.
"Looks like you didn’t lie to ."
"We’re in it together now; why would I lie to you."
Jared sprang over, pinning Wendy on the bed, burying his face in Wendy’s chest.
...
The Lockwood Group.
Serena Jennings received bad news today.
The international railway project that had been negotiated with the Linton Group was handed over to other companies.
And not to a big corporation like Nash Group, but to so obscure small firms working together.
"President Jennings, still bothered by the failed negotiation?"
Alia knocked and entered, bringing her a cup of coconut latte.
"I mixed it myself, try it and see how it tastes?"
Serena took a sip; the sweet coconut flavor masked the bitterness of the coffee, quite suitable for her current mood.
"Don’t dwell on it, the Linton Group not choosing us is their lack of vision."
Alia said confidently.
Since Caleb Lockwood left, Serena had transferred Alia to her side as an assistant.
She still spends most of her ti at the Lockwood Group, so hiring a new assistant isn’t as convenient as working with soone familiar.
As for her previous jewelry design studio, she handed it over to a trusty acquaintance for managent.
That person is Quentin Xavier, who recently won in the jewelry design competition.
"You’re right, Alia; better to think of new projects."
Serena said, but still couldn’t help wondering whether the Linton Group not handing the international railway project to the Lockwood Group was due to her.
After all, among the many collaborators of the Linton Group, only the Lockwood Group fit the criteria and had the ability to undertake this project.
Yet the Linton Group excluded the Lockwood Group.
The current Linton Group is in Wendy’s hands.
Could it be Wendy deliberately targeting her?
Serena propped her chin up with one hand, a strange intuition suggesting from now on, her Lockwood Group and Wendy’s Linton Group would likely turn into fierce rivals.
After finishing the coconut latte Alia had prepared for her, Serena’s phone suddenly rang.
The caller ID surprised her.
"Hello? Grandpa..."
"Serena, it’s ."
Over the receiver ca Lance Lockwood’s aging voice.
"Can you... co over to the Lockwood’s old residence tonight?"
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