Keira Olsen asked, "What's his na?"
She was quite curious about who "the grandson" was.
Given the broad scope of her work, it was quite possible they had t before.
The little granny beckoned to her, and Keira Olsen bent down and leaned in, bringing her ear close to hear the secret, "I'm only telling you, and you mustn't say a word to anyone else!"
"Okay."
The granny cleared her throat, "His nickna is Puppy."
Keira Olsen: ?
The granny explained, "My grandson was born in the Year of the Dog. When he was born, he weighed only three pounds and two ounces, and the doctors said he wouldn't grow much, so I gave him this na. Cheap nas make it easier to raise them!"
"..."
Keira Olsen's mouth twitched, and she nearly laughed out loud.
From what the old lady said, it sounded like her grandson was at least the CEO of a company. Did his subordinates know that he's called Puppy?
Just as she was about to inquire about his formal na, the old lady spoke up again, "Daughter-in-law, the clothes here aren't good looking. Why don't you accompany ho to pick out a couple tonight?"
Keira Olsen had just heard the voice ssage the granny sent to "the grandson" and knew he would be returning as well.
The two had already planned to et, so she didn't refuse, "Okay."
After finding a clean place to have lunch outside, Keira Olsen intended to send the little granny ho to rest while she went to confront Lewis Horton.
But the little granny said, "I'm not tired at all. I'll accompany you to work, and we can go back to my place when you finish."
She seed to fear that Keira Olsen would go back on her promise to accompany her ho for clothes.
Such a childlike elder...
Keira Olsen agreed, albeit helplessly.
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They arrived at a charity donation event organized by the governnt.
Keira Olsen settled the granny into a resting room, and then, with her press ID in hand, she found a place to sit inside the venue.
Today, Lewis Horton would donate on behalf of the Horton Group.
She sat right in the center of the front row, a spot from where she could easily be seen by him.
She even got in touch with the organizers ahead of ti, ensuring they would choose her to stand up and ask questions when the ti ca.
In front of the whole gathering, she planned to hint to Lewis Horton that he should check his marital status at the courthouse!
The expression on Lewis Horton's face would certainly be unsightly...
Keira Olsen indulged in her delightful thoughts.
The event began, and soon the host ntioned the Horton Group.
Keira Olsen, full of anticipation, waited for Lewis Horton, but then she saw... Tom Davis taking the stage?
Tom Davis glanced aningfully at Keira Olsen, "I apologize, but Mr. Horton had to change his schedule last minute. However, the Horton Group's donation will still be made as promised..."
The smile on Keira Olsen's face stiffened.
She took out her phone only to find a ssage from Samuel Morgan sent five minutes earlier: [Boss, all of Lewis Horton's recent itineraries have suddenly been changed!]
...This man is such a dog!
But it probably wasn't because of her, after all, in the eyes of Lewis Horton, she was just soone he could easily do without.
He probably changed things because he realized his schedule was leaked; for safety reasons, he had to make changes at the last minute.
Tsk, who is he guarding against?
...
Keira Olsen continued her interviews, and afterward, she handed over her equipnt and interview materials to a colleague from the sa newspaper and had them leave first.
She went to pick up the little old lady from the rest area and then arrived at an automobile manufacturing factory.
This was a division under the Horton Group.
All other engagents for Lewis Horton might be canceled, but a visit to the grassroots level factories was sothing the factory had been well prepared for. He couldn't change it at the last minute; it would be disrespectful to so many workers.
Indeed, she and the little old lady waited for a mont inside the coffee shop near the factory, and then saw a low-profile black Bentley drive through the factory gates.
Keira Olsen asked a coffee shop employee to take care of the old lady, and then she walked over.
She took out her temporary worker's ID for the place and handed it to the security guard, who glanced at it and said, "Sorry, Mr. Davis has ordered that during Mr. Horton's inspection, no delivery personnel, repairn, interns, or temporary workers are allowed entry."
"..."
Keira Olsen knew it would be like this!
Tom Davis really was trying every possible way to stop her from seeing Lewis Horton...
Keira Olsen gave a smirk, took out another work badge, and passed it over. The guard saw it and instantly stood up straight, looking at her with admiration in his eyes, "Please co in."
Keira Olsen took back her work badge and confidently entered through the gates.
She soon found Lewis Horton.
The man was inspecting the workspaces accompanied by the factory manager. All the workers stayed outside, and the entrance was guarded by bodyguards, rendering it completely inaccessible.
Keira Olsen could only watch him from a distance through the glass window.
The man, in his suit and leather shoes, presented a visual feast as his handso face and noble aura collided with the dim, cold machinery around him.
He listened intently to the manager's introduction, occasionally asking questions that left the manager visibly astonished, and after three to five minutes, the manager was wholeheartedly impressed with this new authority figure.
Suddenly, as if sensing sothing, the man slowly turned his head, locking eyes with Keira Olsen.
Keira Olsen waved at him.
Lewis Horton furrowed his brow and looked away.
At that mont, Tom Davis approached the window and "swoosh"—pulled down all the blinds, cutting off every gaze.
Keira Olsen: "..."
She was once again "invited" out of the factory by the bodyguards. Tom Davis stood at the entrance, chastising the guard: "Didn't I say interns and temporary workers are not allowed in?"
The guard nodded repeatedly, "But she's not just any temporary worker, she..."
Tom Davis snickered, cutting off the guard's words, "She's really quite extraordinary..."
After all, how could a normal person hold so many jobs at the sa ti!
Tom Davis was extrely annoyed; he said angrily to Keira Olsen, "Miss Olsen, our boss didn't want to lower himself to deal with you before, but you just don't know when to stop. You've co to bother him again and again. If you dare to show up in front of our boss once more, we will call the police and accuse you of harassnt!"
Keira Olsen sighed, "If you don't want to keep bothering you, then go check at the courthouse. I am truly Mr. Horton's wife. Why won't you believe ?"
Tom Davis snickered, "The marriage registration process requires everything to be complete in our country, and there's no such thing as getting it done without the parties present. The lie you're telling is so incredible it's laughable. Only soone with a broken brain would believe such preposterous claims!"
"..."
Keira Olsen truly couldn't talk sense into them.
She shrugged her shoulders helplessly, "Then I have no choice but to keep bothering you."
Tom Davis scoffed, "You really think you can see our boss whenever you want? If you get to see the boss again, then that would an I'm incompetent as an assistant! By then, I'll live stream myself eating shit!"
Keira Olsen said nothing more and turned to leave.
It looked like tomorrow she would have to take a more aggressive approach.
After picking up the little old lady, Keira Olsen sent a WhatsApp ssage to her "grandson": [The Empress Dowager wants to go ho to pick up a few clothes, what's the address of your place?]
Her "grandson" quickly sent her a location.
He then ssaged her: [I'm about to finish up, where are you? I'll co to get you.]
Keira Olsen opened the location and glanced at it, then froze.
House One Manor... Isn't that the Horton Family's place?!
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