Two hours later.
The plane landed at Audenburg Airport.
"The plane has landed."
"Mm!"
Josephine Thompson and Julian Grant disembarked one after the other.
They were accompanied by Ruby, Sophia, the driver Yates, and six bodyguards.
"Josephine, where to now?"
"Hmm~, I need to stop by the estate."
"I’ll go back with you."
Josephine frowned, "Better not!"
"I’ll book you a hotel room; it’s more convenient for you to stay there."
Julian looked reluctant, "Are you refusing to take in?"
Josephine: "Julian, don’t make a fuss. You staying at my ho isn’t appropriate."
Julian: "Why not? Didn’t I stay at your place when we were in Northwood?"
"That was different. If word gets out, people might think we’re living together."
"...And why not?!"
Josephine felt a headache coming on, "Honestly, I’ve told you so many tis, it’s not suitable between us. Don’t waste your ti on ."
Julian chuckled, "How would you know if we don’t try?"
"Anyway, stop it. I really have things to do."
"...All right, all right! So when will you take to see Ancient God?"
"Tomorrow afternoon."
"Okay!"
Leaving the airport.
Josephine instructed the driver to take Julian to The Circlet Hotel.
"Julian, I’ve booked a room for you here..."
Julian got out and looked around.
It’s a five-star hotel, not bad. However, the top five hotels in Audenburg all belong to the Gallagher Group.
Josephine could only arrange for him to stay here.
"Geez~, Josephine, I really don’t want to stay in a hotel."
Josephine, hearing this, also worriedly said, "If you don’t want to stay in a hotel, how about going back to Caldwen?"
"Honestly, with you staying in Audenburg, I’m not at ease."
Julian laughed dismissively, "What’s there to worry about? Are you afraid Nathaniel Gallagher will cause trouble?"
Josephine sighed heavily, "In any case, keep a low profile and don’t stir up any trouble."
"Fine, fine, I got it."
"Okay, I’m heading back."
"Sure, take care, and call if anything cos up."
"Mm."
Josephine didn’t say more, turned around, and got into the car.
...
Half an hour later.
Thompson Estate.
The heavy gates slowly opened as the butler and a few servants ca out to greet.
"Miss, welco ho."
Josephine got out of the car, "Mm, Uncle Lynch, are the year-end inventory lists ready?"
The butler responded respectfully, "They’ve all been prepared. Miss, you can check them at any ti."
"Good, bring them to my study later. Also, give the spare key to the Precious Moon Pavilion. Inform the security departnt, I want to restock tomorrow."
"Yes, Miss."
After giving instructions, Josephine went straight into the house.
Previously, Grandpa lived here, so it didn’t feel lonely.
But now that Grandpa has gone to Northwood, the house suddenly feels deserted.
Later.
Josephine changed into a fresh set of clothes and entered her study.
The butler brought over the list and the key, "Miss, here’s the inventory list and the key."
"Okay, leave them there."
The butler hesitated for a mont and asked with concern, "Miss, is the old master’s health improving?"
Josephine felt a pang of heartache, "...Not doing well at the mont."
"Uh~, the climate in Northwood is too cold, not suitable for health. If it’s not feasible, maybe bring the old master back?"
Josephine listened, and shook her head sadly, "No need."
The butler said no more, "Alright then, I’ll take my leave."
"Okay."
After the butler left.
Josephine frowned.
She had already started looking for the highest-end and most dically advanced nursing hos abroad.
She planned to send Grandpa to one of these hos once his condition stabilized.
At the sa ti, she began to gradually transfer the assets from Audenburg.
"Stop overthinking, focus on handling the work first!"
Josephine put on her glasses and began to go through the lists and accounts.
The Antiquarian Market in Audenburg had sold several antiques this year, all included in the list. She needed to keep track of the various resources and trends in the antiques industry.
...
After an hour.
Josephine made a detailed list of the antique items needed for exhibition and auction.
A total of thirty-seven items.
Upon finalizing the list, she sent the details to her auction house, instructing the staff to start preparing.
This included promotions, expert valuations, previews, and many other tedious tasks. In addition, they needed to solicit other collectors’ items.
In short, from December to the end of February, she would be very busy.
Unknowingly, it was already 8 PM.
"Beep beep beep..."
Julian called.
"Hello."
As soon as the call connected, Julian’s pitiful voice ca through, "Josephine, are you done with work?"
"Uh, not yet!"
"It’s so late already, and you’re still busy? I’m starving here and I’m about to die of boredom."
Josephine was speechless, "If you’re hungry, go eat sothing!"
"I can’t eat alone; I want you to eat with ."
"It’s too late, I don’t want to go out now."
"Then I’ll co to you."
"Can’t you go to bed early?"
Julian Grant chuckled bitterly, "It’s just past eight, how could I possibly sleep?"
"If you won’t have dinner with , I’m gonna find soone to have drinks with."
Josephine felt more annoyed at hearing this, "... Fine! Just make sure you sleep early after drinking!"
Poof!
Julian Grant felt upset enough to vomit blood, "You actually want to go drinking? Aren’t you worried I’ll get drunk and be whisked away by a pretty girl?"
Josephine frowned, not wanting to deal with him, "As long as you’re happy. I have other things to take care of, so I’m going to hang up now."
With that,
she directly hung up the phone.
She knew what Julian was like; it’s not her first day finding out.
After all, this is Audenburg; there’s no shortage of beautiful won here.
Besides, if a man really wants to stray, how can you stop them?
They could go to buy cigarettes and end up at a massage parlor or sowhere offering special services.
Spend so money, and what services can’t you get?
Once a man has had a taste of ’fast food’, there’s no way he won’t go back for seconds.
So how do you control that?
Moreover,
he’s not really her man; whatever he wants to do is his freedom.
Just a minute after hanging up the call.
"Doot doot doot..."
Julian called her back imdiately.
"Hello, what now?"
Julian chuckled awkwardly, "Josephine, I was just joking with you earlier, are you mad?"
Josephine was puzzled and asked back, "What do I have to be mad about?"
"Hehe~, I was really joking. I’m being good now. Almost... I hardly drink anymore or go to nightclubs."
"Oh~" Josephine gave a perfunctory response, continuing to look through her papers.
Anyway,
she’s the type who can’t tolerate a speck of sand in her eyes when it cos to relationships.
She firmly wouldn’t ddle with the other party.
Once the other party crosses her principles and bottom line, she directly sentences them to ’death’, with no room for leniency or forgiveness.
She could let go of Julian Grant, and naturally, she could also discard Nathaniel Gallagher. When it cos to feelings, it’s either all or nothing.
She is independent, capable, has a career and dreams, and her life is already full and rich. So, having love would be great. If not, she can accept it.
"You’re really not mad?"
"No, what is there to be mad about?"
Julian’s tone turned sour, "So, you don’t care about at all, huh?"
"... Julian Grant, I’m very grateful to you, and I consider you my most trusted friend. But truly, we aren’t suitable for each other, so there’s no need to waste ti and energy."
Julian humd a laugh, speechless, "You always say we’re not suitable, but what exactly is unsuitable?"
Josephine felt a headache coming on, "Ugh... everything is unsuitable."
She was very self-aware.
A man like Julian Grant is like an untad wild horse on the prairie.
She doesn’t have what it takes to handle him.
If she really got together with him, with his constant flirting and cheating, she’d probably be mad in no ti. So, it’s better to snuff out the possibility early.
"Sigh, I really give up..."
Just as she was saying this,
"Doot doot..."
Another call ca in.
Josephine glanced at it, it was Jamila Jacobs.
"Julian, I’m going to have to let you go, I’ve got another call coming in."
With that, she hung up his call and answered Jamila’s.
"Hey, Jamila."
On the other end, Jamila’s voice was full of worry and shock, "Hey, Josephine."
"What’s up? Why are you calling at this ti?"
Jamila: "Oh my god! I just saw the news about your divorce. So I hurried to call you."
"You and Nathaniel Gallagher actually got divorced?"
Josephine felt a sharp pain in her heart, "Yeah, it’s true, we really divorced."
Jamila took a mont to process, "Ugh, I really didn’t expect this! I thought you were just saying it for fun, but it turns out you really divorced."
"Is it really because of that girl surnad Shen, that little minx?"
Josephine was silent for a few seconds, "Sigh~, not entirely."
"Then what’s the reason? Is there another woman behind his back? Is it that woman you asked to investigate? What’s her na... Eleanor Churchill, right?"
Josephine had a pang in her heart and didn’t want to share her private matters, "Let’s not talk about it, we’re divorced anyway, so there’s nothing more to say."
"How’s your mood now?"
"Not bad."
"Where are you now? Still in Northwood?"
Josephine frowned, not wanting to hide it from her, "Jamila, I just got back to Audenburg today. But don’t tell anyone, I’m leaving the day after tomorrow."
"Why?"
"No reason, just feel like changing the environnt."
Jamila sighed with emotion, "Alright then, do you want to go out for a drink? We haven’t gathered for a long ti, and I really miss you."
"... Uh!" Josephine glanced at the ti.
It was already past nine.
Honestly, she didn’t feel like going out.
But she hadn’t seen Jamila for quite so ti. Moreover, she hadn’t yet thanked her for helping investigate Eleanor Churchill before.
"Let’s skip the drinks; how about I treat you to a late-night snack instead?"
"Sounds good to , I’ll bring yoyo and Angie. They really want to see you too, and they were really shocked to hear about your divorce."
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