I couldn’t believe it at all, but this handwriting, it was clearly him—the last ti I invited him to dinner and agreed on the three billion loan, his signature looked just like this!
Oh my god...
A countless number of questions quickly filled my mind.
How did Daniel Carter encounter ?
Why did he send back?
When did he leave?
And the scattered images in my mory—hugging, cuddling, even kissing...
Was it a dream, or did it really happen?
What’s most surprising is that soone so distinguished actually cooked sobering soup and white porridge for in my cramped little kitchen?
The shock in my mind wouldn’t disperse.
Even neglecting to drink water, I rushed into the kitchen, and sure enough, the rice cooker was still in the keep-warm mode.
Opening it, inside was the already cooked white porridge.
On the gas stove, there was a stew pot which I usually use for brewing soup.
Opening it, inside was the soup, which should be the sobering soup he ntioned.
Ah...
I was both shocked and sighing, touching my forehead with one hand, staring blankly at the soup water.
Who can tell what on earth happened last night?
Once I composed myself, I imdiately called Wennie Lane to ask how I got back last night.
Wennie sounded weak, clearly still dealing with a hangover: "How would I know, I heard I was carried horizontally into a car—why? Did you completely blackout too?"
"Yeah."
"As long as you got ho safely." Wennie said nonchalantly, paused for two seconds, and suddenly asked, "What happened? Did you lose your virginity? Was it with that handso guy from last night, after drinking too much..."
"No." I quickly denied it and after thinking for a bit said, "It seed like Daniel Carter sent ho last night."
"What?" Sure enough, Wennie was also shocked, "Who did you say? Daniel Carter? How could he know where you were?"
"How would I know, I thought it was you who invited him to co to my birthday party with your mighty connections."
"How could that be! If I could invite him, why would I invite those handso guys?"
Exactly...
I didn’t dare tell Wennie that Daniel Carter took care of last night, and thoughtfully cooked porridge and sobering tea for before leaving.
I was afraid she would overthink it and believe Daniel Carter had feelings for .
Such unfounded speculations should never be spread, otherwise, if the person involved hears, I’d be socially dead.
After drinking the sobering soup and eating the white porridge, I felt much better.
The blanket was still on the sofa; as I went to tidy it up, I accidentally found a watch lying on the coffee table.
I was stunned for a mont and picked up the watch.
Without thinking, it must be Daniel Carter’s.
He left his watch behind.
A Patek Philippe watch, very textured, beautiful, and worth a fortune.
I clutched the watch, my fingers constantly rubbing it, and my heartbeat couldn’t help but start to race again.
How annoying.
I had ntally prepared myself to cut all ties with Daniel Carter and the Carter Family—and I actually managed to do so!
Who would have known I’d get tangled up with him again last night and have him condescend to take care of .
Reasonably, I ought to call him to express my gratitude and return his watch.
But thinking about what happened last night and about how I had clearly distanced myself from him before, now calling him...
Wouldn’t that be a slap in the face!
On the way to the office, I kept pondering repeatedly.
If Daniel was approaching and treating well just to gain sothing, then last night when I was drunk out of my senses would have been the perfect opportunity to make a move—yet he did nothing to and took care of all night.
But if it’s not for sothing, then why would he treat well?
Could it be that out of all the well-matched socialites, he fell for , the neglected poor daughter of a declining family and a divorcee?
Ha, pure fantasy.
I felt shaless for entertaining such a bold idea.
And about that Patek Philippe...
I didn’t know what to do.
Lacking the courage to call him first, I could only passively wait for him to contact .
Surely, he wouldn’t just ignore such an expensive watch worth over a million, right?
Yet I waited the whole day, until nightfall, and still did not receive any call from Daniel Carter.
This particular Monday was my actual birthday. The party last night was an early celebration organized by Wennie Lane for .
In the afternoon, Jason Miller called again, scolding , saying I stood innocent people up and made everyone look like a fool.
I explained that I’d had too much to drink, and he paid no heed, much less showed any concern, instead asking if I was still going to attend the board eting.
Of course, I was going to attend!
Regaining my mother’s shares and everything that rightfully belonged to , was the main reason I’ve been fighting against the Miller family for years.
Now that the wish has finally co true, how could I not go?
So that afternoon, I went to Jason Miller’s company and officially beca the second-largest shareholder in the company, just behind Jason Miller.
On my birthday, I fulfilled the long-cherished wish that my mother and I had, and I found it very aningful.
While leaving the company, I said to Jason Miller, "Today is my birthday, did you not rember at all?"
Jason Miller glanced at , sneering coldly, "What’s the point of rembering such an unlucky day?"
My heart went cold, but I kindly reminded him, "You better rember this day because starting today, you’ll begin digging your own grave."
Jason Miller’s face showed a shock, as if scared, glaring intensely at .
"What nonsense are you talking? Are you insane?" he cursed.
I chuckled, without explaining further.
My aunt had already sent a WeChat ssage early, asking to go to my grandmother’s place after work for a birthday celebration.
Leaving Jason Miller’s company, I went straight to Grandma’s house.
I shared the good news with Grandma and my aunt, and both were delighted, waiting to see karma catch up to Jason Miller.
But my aunt also had concerns, whispered to , "Old ginger is indeed spicier, don’t be careless, your father is a sinister and cruel man, your mother didn’t win against him back then."
I nodded, "Don’t worry, Aunt, I have it under control."
I had long guessed this was a trap Jason Miller set for , so how could I not be cautious?
I want to win, and win completely, making Jason Miller and Shirley Turner, that despicable couple, pay the painful price for their evil deeds!
During dinner, I asked my aunt about her recent experience managing the company.
My aunt sighed, "Those people naturally don’t obey , but I am no pushover, I’ve already dismissed a few, and the rest have beco much more obedient."
I couldn’t help but give Aunt a thumbs-up.
The doorbell rang, and we were puzzled.
"Who could it be at this late hour?"
Grandma’s housemaid went to open the door, then turned around and said, "Miss Miller, Mr. Gordon is here."
Mr. Gordon?
I was stunned, realizing.
Adrian Gordon?!
Looking up, the tall figure entering was indeed Adrian Gordon!
"Grandma, Aunt, today is Lily’s birthday, I guessed you would celebrate for her, so I ca to join the fun." Adrian Gordon said, while changing shoes, politely greeting us.
My expression turned dark, and my good mood vanished instantly.
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