"Just now, your Mr. Fulton ntioned a Chairman Fulton—who is that?" Sienna Thorne swallowed and asked.
Attorney Lowe smiled: "Chairman Forrester is the director of SY Design Firm and also our investor."
SY Design Firm?
Sienna Thorne had been studying in the United States for years and only returned last year. She had no idea there was such a design firm in the city. She made a ntal note of the na to look it up online later.
"The salary for Old Wang and the surgery fee for his son, were these all helped by Chairman Forrester?"
Attorney Lowe nodded, looking at Sienna with a half-smile, "You really should thank Mr. Forrester. If it weren’t for him, our company wouldn’t be stepping in to resolve Old Wang’s issue. You and I both know that even if this case went to court, you would lose."
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After sending Old Wang back to the hospital, Sienna bought so milk to visit the child. Seeing the child’s condition was temporarily stable, she took a cab back to the office.
She felt uneasy, always feeling she’d owed soone a great favor and an apology.
As soon as she got to the office, she imdiately went online to search for information on SY Design Firm.
According to the encyclopedia, SY was established five years ago, mainly focusing on architectural design, but it owns several large construction and decoration companies. Its founder is an investnt enthusiast, with investnts in nearly every moderately large construction company and contracting firm in the city.
The founder is nad Simon Forrester, a very talented Chinese designer renowned in the architectural design circle, having participated in the design of Zahrat’s super skyscrapers.
"So, his last na is ’Forrester,’ which sounds like ’Fulton,’ no wonder I mistook him." Sienna Thorne rested her chin on her hand, her long and fair fingers sliding up and down on her notebook’s touchpad, "What a nice-sounding na. Feels like a child from a highly educated family, no wonder he looks so refined..."
She searched using the na "Simon Forrester" and indeed found a few images of him from magazine interviews and awards. Upon enlarging them, it was indeed the man she had blocked in the n’s restroom that day.
The man was wearing a well-tailored suit with a touch of fashion elents, holding a trophy, smiling elegantly and calmly.
His hair was slicked back, revealing his deep-set and well-defined facial features, slightly resembling mixed heritage, with a handso and resolute face. Even when photographed alongside handso Western n, he did not pale in comparison.
What a handso, talented, and wonderful man...
Sienna Thorne propped her chin as she looked at the photos of Simon Forrester, and images suddenly flashed through her mind.
The lipstick on the man’s white shirt, and the pair of slightly smiling eyes in the luxury car.
"Don’t you have a son? Huh? Don’t you have a son?" These emotionally charged high-decibel questions kept replaying in her mind.
She actually angrily questioned if the man had a son yesterday, which sounded like she was cursing him for not having one...
My God!
What foolish thing did she do?!
Today, Douglas Fulton just ca down to sign a paper and was so angry he almost exploded, cursing nonstop. Yet that man, who she tangled with yesterday, did not utter a word and even arranged for Douglas Fulton to pay for Old Wang’s son’s dical expenses with great poise.
What kind of angelic man is this...
She felt her cheeks and ears were burning, a mix of embarrassnt and so inexplicable emotion.
"No, no... I can’t think about it anymore."
Sienna Thorne scratched her head, forcing herself to calm down as she randomly grabbed a folder from the desk and focused on reading its contents.
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Before finishing work, Old Wang called again, saying his son’s bone marrow match was found and they were currently contacting the donor. If everything goes well, surgery could take place in a few days.
Sienna was so happy that she was about to say "congratulations" when Old Wang ntioned that after a discussion with his wife, they decided to thank Chairman Forrester, who saved their whole family, and asked if Sienna knew the person’s address as they wanted to personally visit and express their gratitude.
"Address?" A line of text ran through Sienna’s mind: "I do know, but..."
"Lawyer Thorne, please help us!"
Over the phone, Old Wang didn’t understand Sienna’s hesitation because Simon Forrester was soone they couldn’t easily et.
Sienna, feeling troubled, tightly gripped her phone and hesitantly said, "But I’m not sure if he wants to et us..."
Old Wang made more pleas over the phone.
Already feeling guilty for the harassnt ordeal she put Simon Forrester through the previous afternoon and intending to apologize, Sienna agreed in a mont of passion after Old Wang’s pleas.
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SY Design Firm is on Regent Street, the most expensive area in the city. Those who can set up a company here are wealthy tycoons.
After receiving Old Wang’s call yesterday, Sienna imdiately called the number on SY’s website, but she couldn’t secure an appointnt.
Denied by SY, she turned to their official Weibo account, originally intending to find Simon Forrester’s personal Weibo to send him a private ssage for an appointnt. Instead, she found a photo of Simon Forrester with Partner Reed from her firm on the Weibo page.
She shalessly approached Partner Reed and found out Simon Forrester was Reed’s cousin. As soone Reed had recruited and personally ntored for a while, nearly making her half a disciple of his, Reed readily agreed upon hearing her request.
Sienna alighted from the car, gazing up at the uniquely designed building in front of her.
This was a four-story building, resembling a villa, yet different from the typical villa style. Although Sienna, not an expert in architecture, couldn’t pinpoint the style, the word "extraordinary" ca to her mind.
The building stood elegantly on a corner of Regent Avenue, amidst a cluster of skyscrapers, exuding an air of independence.
"Wow, it’s so beautiful! Did Simon Forrester design it himself?" Sienna mumbled, carrying her briefcase as she ascended the steps.
At the reception, she gave her na, and the secretary led her to the third floor, asking her to wait for a mont in the guest area outside.
She sat on the sofa, observing her surroundings.
The third floor was spacious, with two offices, a eting room, and the remaining area designated for guests.
In one office, the glass door wasn’t covered by curtains. From Sienna’s angle, she could see a small conference table right at the door, with a man in a light blue shirt standing by the table, slightly bowing his head as if reviewing blueprints.
The distance was a bit far, but from a glance, Sienna could still tell it was Simon Forrester.
He was dressed very casually today, with the sleeves of his shirt slightly rolled up, revealing his fair and toned arms. The khaki casual pants paired with cal suede shoes looked neat and comfortable, contrasting with the previous formal suit and white shirt ensemble at the n’s restroom, which gave him an elegant and noble look, whereas today’s attire appeared more friendly and approachable.
However...
Ten minutes later, when Sienna was seated in front of Simon Forrester, she realized she had been overthinking it the whole ti!
Even though the man before her was casually dressed, the cold gaze in his eyes and the aura of detachnt radiating from every pore were telling her that his coldness from the other day was not an act.
The light from the large dark green glass rooftop cascaded down, enveloping him like a warm hue over his entire body.
He sat in his chair behind the desk, hands folded, staring coldly at her without uttering a word.
Regaining her composure and recalling her purpose for being there, Sienna pressed her lips together, swallowing and forcing a smile, "Mr. Forrester, hello, I am Lawyer Sienna Thorne from Vantage. Do you rember ?"
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