Shannon Quinn didn’t leave the hospital right away; after so hesitation, she decided to visit Catherine Yardley.
Unfortunately, as she was visiting, Catherine Yardley had just gone for a check-up, but Sheila Yardley was there.
"Shannon, why are you here?"
"I ca to the hospital to see Lynn Kendall and thought I’d also visit Auntie."
Talking about Lynn Kendall, Sheila Yardley’s eyes flickered. Then she asked, "How is she doing?"
"She’s not in the best mood, but her spirits seem high. She’s quite annoyed about your brother’s matter. Yet, there’s sothing I don’t understand, how did the police suddenly release your brother?"
Sheila Yardley pressed her lips together and didn’t hide from Shannon Quinn, answering honestly, "Caleb Grant helped out. I happened to et him on the way back last night, and he offered his help. I didn’t expect my brother to be released so quickly."
"Why did he help you? Did you guys stay in touch after your last eting?"
Sheila Yardley, confused, shook her head: "We haven’t been in contact. I don’t know why he helped , and he hasn’t asked for anything. I’m curious if you know him, and seeing I’m your friend, he decided to help ."
Shannon Quinn thought that might be the case. Although her marriage to Vincent Rhodes wasn’t publicly announced, almost everyone in their social circle knew she was Vincent Rhodes’s wife.
Yet she hadn’t been in contact with Caleb Grant, so it didn’t completely add up.
However, since he didn’t ask Sheila Yardley for anything, it seed like he was simply doing a favor. What seed a tricky problem for them might just be a small task on his part.
Inside the beauty salon, two won lay on adjacent beds, enjoying massages from the shop’s technicians.
Among them, a short-haired woman, eyes closed, spoke languidly: "Mona, didn’t you say you have big news? What’s it about?"
Claire Yardley opened her eyes, seemingly thinking about the favorable outco the situation might bring her, smiling at the thought: "A socialite Young Madam involved in an affair, and the child she carries has an unknown father. Is this news big enough?"
The short-haired woman seed unimpressed, cynically saying, "There are plenty of such stories. There’s no splash, it’s less interesting than a famous star having a secret hotel eting."
"What if it’s the Rhodes Family’s Young Madam?" Claire Yardley added.
The short-haired woman’s eyes lit up instantly, turning to Claire Yardley in surprise: "Rhodes Family? Is it about that recent gossip circulating within our circle?"
"Yes, this matter is no secret within our circle, but outsiders are entirely unaware. If you publish it, it will certainly draw attention and beco a hot topic."
Though the gossip about the Rhodes Family was tempting, the short-haired woman hesitated and said, "Everyone’s curious about the Rhodes Family, but as you know, from major news companies to marketing accounts in the circle, no one dares to report anything about the Rhodes Family. If it were good news, they might turn a blind eye, but this is scandalous—if it reaches the Rhodes Family, they’ll definitely pursue accountability. I can’t bear that responsibility."
Claire Yardley seed to have anticipated this and persuaded her: "How can you achieve anything with your timidity? All you need to do is report it; I guarantee it’ll be explosively popular. Isn’t the point of news to catch public attention?"
"But this..."
"Don’t dwell on it. I’ve personally co to you; how could I possibly leave you in the lurch? Once you publish this, the money I give you will surely let you and your family live comfortably for the rest of your life."
The short-haired woman seed tempted but still indecisive.
"If you publish this, the worst consequence is that your career faces obstacles, but the Rhodes Family can’t commit murder and arson. Isn’t the purpose of your work to earn money? Now, all you have to do is perform this simple task, and you can earn more than you ever dread, take your family abroad if you want, it’ll certainly be better than how you live now."
The short-haired woman pressed her lips, silently pondering for a few seconds before nodding: "Alright, can you specifically tell the details? Having photos would be helpful; I’ll go back tonight to write the piece, and it’ll be published early tomorrow."
...
Shannon Quinn had been busy all day; by the ti she returned ho in the evening, Erin Bishop had already prepared dinner and was waiting for her.
"Shannon, there’s a package for you. I picked it up on the way and brought it over."
Shannon Quinn changed out of her shoes, rubbing her slightly sore back, muttering: "A package? But I didn’t buy anything."
"I don’t know, it has your na on it. It’s on the coffee table; go have a look."
Shannon Quinn put down her bag casually on the sofa, grabbed the package, and looked at it—a palm-sized box without any item information on it.
Using a small knife to cut open the tape on the package, inside was a black velvet box, resembling a jewelry box.
Upon opening it, she found a pearl hair clip and matching earrings.
She furrowed her brows in confusion, wondering if a client or a friend had sent it.
Amidst the puzzlent, she noticed a small card left inside the box.
The card bore bold handwriting, seeming to be written by a man. After reading the content, she realized who the sender was, and her lips curled into a smile.
The words on the card were unpretentious, not so literary-style romantic ssage. It simply read: Happy New Year. I’m not sure what you like, so I bought this. It should look good on you. Sorry I can’t be there to celebrate the New Year with you, but take good care of yourself.
"What are you smiling about? Co and eat."
Shannon Quinn imdiately flaunted the items in her hands to Erin Bishop, sweetly saying, "He sent this to ."
It took Erin Bishop a mont to realize who Shannon Quinn ant by "he," then she showed an astonished expression: "Vincent Rhodes sent it? He’s co around! Let have a look."
When Shannon Quinn handed the box, she carefully cradled it, afraid of accidentally damaging what Vincent Rhodes had sent.
"Isn’t it said that a straight guy’s sense of style is unremarkable? But this choice is quite good, looks nice, I like it."
Shannon Quinn smiled and pressed her lips together, carefully placing the items back in the box, shyly saying, "I like it too."
"Alright, is there a need to be this happy?" Erin Bishop rolled her eyes at her, "Is a gift enough to fill you up? Hurry over to help with the dishes, showing off your romance to !"
The day’s exhaustion seed to vanish at this mont, her heart filled with delight, as she smiled throughout the evening.
After dinner, she put on the hair clip and earrings, took selfies for at least half an hour, and picked one she thought was best.
Opening Vincent Rhodes’s ssage page, she selected the photo, and before sending it, her finger paused for a second. She took a deep breath as if there were a need for so ceremonial mont, then sent the ssage, adding a note: I really like it.
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