Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 92: You Can Go Find the Young Master Yourself

Alia Wright was led into a private office.

The departnt wasn’t very enthusiastic about their new leader; they directly handed over all the personalized jewelry files of Fiona Morgan’s collection to Alia Wright, and no one spoke further.

Alia Wright wasn’t concerned about everyone’s attitude.

Just as she sat down and before she got a chance to look over the order files, Basil Smith appeared.

Basil Smith at the company was entirely different from the ticulous doctor at Imperial Garden.

Basil Smith’s presence made everyone in the departnt anxious, and everyone watched as he entered the supervisor’s office.

Through the untucked blinds, they saw Alia Wright still seated in her office chair, with no intention of standing.

And Basil Smith stood in front of Alia Wright without a hint of dissatisfaction.

Everyone couldn’t help but feel a bit shocked; who was Basil Smith but the spokesperson for Young Master Shaw!

If Young Master Shaw was likened to an emperor, Basil Smith would be considered a first-rank official.

Yet now, Alia Wright was sitting and Basil Smith was standing, and there was not a trace of incongruity.

For a mont, everyone realized Alia Wright was indeed quite audacious; perhaps they should treat her a bit better because they pride themselves on being professional. Can their status match Basil Smith’s?

Alia Wright leaned back against the chair, saying indifferently, "What are you here for?"

Basil Smith handed a docunt to Alia Wright: "Miss Wright, this docunt contains 30% of the Wright family shares, which Young Master has now transferred to your na."

Alia Wright frowned, "This was bought with Godfery Shaw’s supplentary card, it shouldn’t be given to ."

At that ti, Alia Wright was still Young Mrs. Shaw, and the money used to calculate against Oliver Wright was Godfery Shaw’s.

Later, she gave the shares and orders to Godfery Shaw; Godfery Shaw only gained without loss.

Then Basil Smith continued, "Young Master finds these Wright family shares insignificant, and since Miss Wright is unwilling to let these shares return to the Wright family, they can only be transferred to your na."

Alia Wright abruptly stood up from the chair, slapping the docunt, "What exactly does Godfery Shaw want? We’ve already talked about divorce, such a big gesture, does he want to keep as a secret mistress?"

Basil Smith adjusted his glasses, feeling an inexplicable pressure.

He still seriously said, "You’ve misunderstood, Young Master only ant well."

"Take it back! I don’t need his good intentions."

Hailey Smith looked troubled, "Miss Wright, you know I cannot go against Young Master. If you want to return it, you can find Young Master yourself."

After speaking, Basil Smith nodded at Alia Wright and directly turned to leave.

He worried that if he stayed any longer, Young Madam might directly throw the docunt at his face.

After exiting the supervisor’s office, Basil Smith glanced at the departnt personnel, speaking ominously.

"Young Master doesn’t care much for this departnt; your departnt’s fate depends on the person inside. Surely, you’re not foolish enough to not know what to do."

Basil Smith had said enough and didn’t continue; being too explicit would stir up trouble spreading to the Shaw family in Capital City.

Everyone was a bit at a loss.

This jewelry customization departnt, in Cloudglow, really was disregarded, almost like sothing Young Master Shaw casually invested in—profitability wasn’t much of a concern.

Could it be that this forr Young Mrs. Shaw might give them hope?

Alia Wright was unaware that Basil Smith had urged these people a bit.

After Basil Smith left, an assistant knocked on the door and respectfully asked, "Supervisor Wright, would you like sothing to drink? Coffee or tea?"

"Just plain water, please."

After a while, the assistant brought in a glass of plain water, and gave Alia Wright a friendly smile.

Yet Alia Wright remained in her cold deanor, as if regardless of how others treated her, she remained the sa.

After the assistant left, Alia Wright looked at the share transfer docunt on the table, feeling conflicted.

She certainly wouldn’t find Godfery Shaw herself; if possible, she would prefer never seeing Godfery Shaw again.

But undeniably, she needed these shares.

She wanted revenge, to thoroughly dismantle the Wright family and Smith family, for which she needed these shares.

After all, she owed Godfery Shaw a lot in a previous life already, so even more now doesn’t matter; if she can’t refuse, she might as well find a way to help Godfery Shaw earn them back.

Maybe she’d have to stay in this position of design supervisor for a while longer.

Alia Wright composed herself and began her work.

She quickly discovered that over days, the order’s progress was just like when she first handed the order to Hailey Smith—all that had been established was the initial design draft, while everything else remained undecided.

Alia Wright used the company’s phone to contact Fiona Morgan’s assistant.

Alia Wright politely asked, "Hello Assistant Hills, when will Miss Morgan have ti? I’d like to discuss the details of the jewelry set for the film festival with her."

"Sorry, she’s too occupied recently with announcents and has no ti. Finalize the details and send them to ."

Their rejection didn’t deter Alia Wright, "If there’s no ti for a eting, a phone call will do, not requiring much ti, just five minutes."

Primarily, without knowing their preferences, directly finalizing details might lead to repeated dissatisfaction and adjustnts, adding workload unnecessarily.

Alia Wright heard soone on the other side calling, Hills, co over.

"Okay, Miss Morgan, I’m coming." The assistant sweetly answered, then impatiently told Alia Wright, "I told you there’s no ti."

Then hung up the phone.

Alia Wright dialed again, but there was no answer.

Facing the situation, Alia Wright understood why the order was still at the sa progress as before.

The other party had no intention to cooperate.

Continuing to drag this out benefits no one, so Alia Wright directly called Hamilton.

Finding Fiona Morgan’s whereabouts wasn’t easy; even knowing it, getting to block her wasn’t sothing that happened quickly, but through Hamilton, it surely could.

Alia Wright didn’t feel her action was problematic.

She had worked so hard to pull Hamilton out of the racing track back then, counting as a life-saving grace; was it excessive for Hamilton to return this small favor? Certainly not excessive!

Hamilton answered Alia Wright’s call, with an attitude as if facing a superior, "Alia, are you looking for my sister? Okay, I’ll call her right away; if it’s important, I’ll go find her now and bring her to you."

Hamilton’s attitude was so good that Alia Wright felt it was unusual.

Her tone chilled a bit, "Have you gotten into trouble again?"

Hamilton imdiately shook his head, his assurance becoming louder, "No way, I haven’t gotten into any trouble lately, I just... I just..."

"Just what, speak frankly, don’t stumble."

"I just want you to teach racing; rest assured, I’m playing properly, definitely won’t gamble with others again. After observing for a while, I found your driving skills better than the masters I know; you were truly the master all along!"

"I’m short on ti."

Hamilton hurriedly said, "It won’t take much ti, just occasionally guide for a session."

Before Alia Wright could refuse, Hamilton hastily added a sentence and hung up.

"I’ll go call my sister to et you."