"Make way, everyone make way, let this person who’s been on a morning run get ho quickly." Sean Carter pretended to be soone returning from a morning run. Although the journalists were reluctant, they gradually made way.
As soon as he reached the elevator doors, he realized he’d been blocked by the swarm of journalists. Helplessly rubbing his forehead, he muttered, "Don’t tell I have to run up."
After running up the stairs, Sean Carter knocked on Sienna Quinn’s door. A completely covered woman peeked her head out, looking around nervously, afraid of being seen.
"If you don’t let in, you’ll really get discovered."
A pale arm suddenly grabbed Sean Carter by the collar and yanked him into the room with force.
Sean Carter staggered, nearly falling to the ground.
He looked at Sienna, filled with reproach.
Sienna coughed when she saw Sean, trying to suppress her laughter, her charming face turning red.
"What are you looking at?" Sean Carter felt uneasy under her gaze.
"What’s with your outfit? Did you run from your ho to here? Just driving takes half an hour, and your outfit... is a bit too casual." Sienna stifled her laughter; Sean Carter was dressed in short sleeves, slling of sweat.
Sean Carter sniffed himself and grumbled disdainfully, "Isn’t this because of you? And you’re still laughing at ? Tell , why did you call so early?"
Early this morning, Sienna had called him, insisting that he co over no matter what.
"There’s a traitor in the company, and I’m not taking the bla for it."
"Of course not, I’ve already looked into it these past few days." Sean hadn’t been in the office because he was investigating who had sold the design plans to the other side.
"Any suspects?" Sienna asked, appearing a bit anxious.
Sean shook his head helplessly, "Only six of us know the detailed plans, but those six are all trusted confidants. So who else could access the plans? Unless it’s soone among us, excluding you and , leaving four."
Sienna naturally knew who the remaining four were, but she couldn’t believe any of them could be the traitor. Yet there seed to be no other possibility.
Sienna sighed in frustration; it seed this issue was truly troubleso.
Sean also sat down with a sigh, saying resignedly, "Losing business to such vile tactics is really unsatisfying."
"It’s okay, as long as they haven’t signed the contract, we haven’t lost," Sienna clenched her little fists, refusing to admit defeat.
Sean leaned back, reluctant to tell her the harsh truth.
"Jason and the Lawson Group are signing the contract today; didn’t you know?"
"What did you say?" Sienna jumped up, slapping her forehead forcefully. Having been abruptly suspended yesterday, she had been in a bad mood and turned off her phone all night, not seeing anything in the morning.
"When?"
"At eleven in the morning, at the Lawson Group," Sean checked his Hermès watch, "There’s two hours until eleven, three hours until we’re completely defeated."
Sienna did not hesitate, about to rush out, but Sean stopped her.
Sienna said urgently, "I have sothing more important to do; I’m not willing to just concede defeat."
"Where are you rushing off to in such a panic? There are so many tabloid reporters waiting for you outside, are you seriously going to walk right into their trap? Or do you think you can turn the tide? You’re not a war god; you will fail too." Sean had a hard enough ti getting in himself, now to get her out safely, who knew what it would take; it would practically be walking into a trap. And yet Sienna was thinking of saving a completely lost deal.
"I’m not reconciled; unless I fight one more ti, I won’t give up." There was determination in Sienna’s eyes, a look Sean was all too familiar with. Unless she went through with it, she wouldn’t let go.
"So how do you plan on getting past those journalists outside?"
Sienna frowned in difficulty; escaping really was quite daunting.
Twenty minutes later, a delivery person in a red uniform rode up on a small electric scooter and was quite startled by the scene downstairs, letting out a gasp.
"Make way, food delivery." The delivery guy carried the box, finally making it through the layers of barriers to stand in front of everyone, placing the pizzas down.
"Soone ordered this for you and asked to specifically say, well done."
The reporters at the door looked at each other; could it be soone inside who ordered for them? People said this woman was different, and it seed she really was.
Anyone would be terrified with so many people gathered outside their building, yet Landon Lawson’s ex-wife actually ordered them food.
The delivery guy took the last pizza and, upon leaving, deliberately put on the helt.
Ding!
The delivery guy checked the address, staring blankly for a while until he heard a click, and before he could react, was yanked inside with a cry of surprise by the delivery guy.
Five minutes later, the journalists blocking the door chatted among themselves; they’d been waiting here all night ever since Sienna returned yesterday, surrounded thrice over so even a fly couldn’t get in or out.
These paparazzi stayed up all night to get the news first, neither eating nor drinking.
The won put on makeup one after another, and the n had grown stubble.
Ding, the elevator opened again, and everyone’s gaze turned simultaneously as a well-wrapped woman in a dress stepped out.
"Quick! It’s Sienna, follow her!"
The tightly wrapped woman, hearing this, ran toward the crowd, and the journalists, caught off guard, actually let the woman escape.
The woman clutched her skirt, running madly ahead, chased aggressively by the people behind her.
"Chase! Go chase her!"
Ding! Another elevator bell rang, and the delivery guy, helt on, walked out, watching the sprinting crowd, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a hand slipped under his helt.
Riding the delivery guy’s electric scooter, he left.
Soon, another person ca out from the apartnt, the sa delivery guy from before, now wearing Sean Carter’s clothes.
"Just delivered food, and managed to get a set of Hermès clothes, making multiple tis the price of the scooter."
The delivery guy shook his head contentedly, leaving joyfully.
The woman ran two whole blocks, gasping for breath.
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