Going to the Summit Partners was sothing lissa was reluctant to do. The last ti she had gone, she barely talked to anyone about a follow-up to Derek’s proposal. And right now, she had no idea what was going on with the deal between the NL Group and Summit Partners.
On the way to Derek’s villa, lissa sat in the backseat in a foul mood.
"I already have a lot of things to worry about, and I still have to do this," she mumbled in frustration. "How could he let Travis take his place?"
She crossed her arms, mulling over Derek’s situation. She was already busy trying to get back her and Simon’s roles in Angel’s Revenge. Even though she told Derek about it, nothing had changed. On top of that, Sun Couture and other boutiques were still shut down and not accepting new clients. Not to ntion, a bastard from the past—Hudson—resurfaced in her life.
That guy will surely reach out to again and ask for money.
"Fortunately, my secret admirer has been sending things," she muttered, pursing her lips to stop herself from smiling.
For so ti now, that was the only good thing that had been happening. Package after package would be delivered to her ho, containing luxury goods. Just like the dress she was wearing, it was from her secret admirer.
"This dress..." Her eyes fell on her skirt, touching it with her fingertip. "It’s from MC Brand."
A pleased smile crept onto her face as she raised her chin, gazing out the window. "I wonder who this secret admirer is. Everything he’s sent so far... all of it was from designer brands."
And if she started estimating, the gifts were already worth around a million or two. The bag she had put in her archive for a special occasion alone was worth half a million. Considering the brand’s strict protocols—requiring a client to buy a few of their bags first before purchasing this one—she was sure her secret admirer was in a good position in life.
"He’s not even trying to contact or leave a note asking to et," she whispered, twirling her finger around her hair. "Is he ugly?"
With the thought crossing her mind, she looked up and imagined her secret admirer. Conflict quickly flickered in her eyes as she bit her lips.
She imagined an ugly man, or perhaps an older man. But if he were an older man, he would have surely reached out, as older n were bolder and more direct. So, that left her with the first option.
"Still..."
Her thoughts already began wavering, making a ntal comparison between Derek and her secret admirer when the driver spoke.
"Miss lissa?"
lissa snapped out of her thoughts. "Yes?"
"We’re here, Miss lissa."
"Oh? Already?" She turned to the window, seeing that they were already inside the garage of Derek’s ho.
Shaking off all the thoughts that were clouding her mind, she quickly jumped out and headed to the entrance.
Buzz!
lissa stood outside, ringing the doorbell once. She had already ssaged Derek and told him she would be dropping by, so she expected him to be waiting. But a full two minutes passed, and no one answered the door.
"Tch," she clicked her tongue, ringing the doorbell once more. This ti, the smile on her face disappeared as she waited for the door to open.
Thankfully, before she could even ring the doorbell for the third ti, the door flew open.
"Miss lissa," the helper smiled politely. "I’m sorry. I was busy cleaning the back room."
lissa managed a gentle smile. "That’s alright. Is Derek ho?"
"Yes, the Young Master is inside. He already told you’d co."
So, he did read my ssage that I was already on the way?
But lissa didn’t let her emotions get the better of her as she nodded. With that, the helper told her where Derek was while she went in the other direction to finish her chores.
Watching the helper go, her lips curved down as she sighed heavily. She didn’t think much of it as she dragged her feet to where she could find Derek.
The Gaming Room.
The second lissa reached the gaming room—which Derek also called his hangout room—the smile on her face completely disappeared. She scanned the ssy room, catching chip wrappers, pizza boxes, and so empty soda bottles just lying around.
On the lazy couch was Derek, wrapped in a blanket while playing video gas. His cast leg was resting on the table, where more food was scattered.
"Goodness," she whispered. "He was fired and told to take a rest until his leg is healed, but is this really what he’s going to do?"
Disappointnt filled her heart, knowing the first branch of the Lancaster family had been on the move. For sure, they were securing their spots right after they kicked Derek out of the project. Yet, Derek wasn’t even doing anything to get his position back.
"Derek," she called softly, earning a quick glance from him. She invited herself in, almost tiptoeing to avoid the ss the closer she got.
"Ah, you’re here?" Derek set his attention back on the screen. "Wait a minute. Just sit right there—I’ll finish this quick."
When lissa stood near him, her eyes glossed over the seats, which were also covered in trash. How could she sit here when everything was filled with garbage? So, she kept standing, staring at him, then at the ga he was playing.
This is why others are getting ahead of him.
Minutes later, Derek finally finished the ga and tossed the controller aside. When he looked at her, lissa was still standing in the sa spot.
"Ah..." he said, nodding and quickly clearing the space next to him, but lissa didn’t move.
"Derek, I want to talk about—"
"lissa, co here first, I want to ask you for sothing," he said at the sa ti as her, patting the space near him.
She wasn’t pleased, but still sat beside him so reluctantly. Her buttocks barely touched the surface of the couch when he faced her and beat her to it.
"lissa, can you go to Summit Partners for ?"
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