While Daniel playfully teased Rebecca on his phone, a bombshell dropped within the Winston Group. The news spread like wildfire and sent shockwaves throughout the entire Fairport community. Daniel wasn't the last to catch wind of it, but he certainly wasn't the most surprised either. In stark contrast, the key personnel, who had been nurtured by the Winston Group over the past four years, felt a deep sense of injustice on Daniel's behalf upon learning of the new directives issued by Mr. Winston Senior. "What's going through Mr. Winston Senior's mind? We've been under your leadership for so many years. Now, just because the person he ousted years ago is back, he's just handing over all his shares to him. On what basis? What about your hard work? Have you been toiling away for nothing?" "Even those with regular jobs receive a decent salary. But you? A symbolic one-dollar salary each month. Isn't that an egregious injustice?" "Exactly! What does Mr. Winston Senior think of you
Daniel: "It hasn't been too busy. It's just that a few things from this afternoon are bothering me. I ended up feeling a bit irritable. So, I made the choice to skip dinner and stay back at the office. "Eventually, I looked up and unexpectedly caught sight of the breathtaking sunset outside the window, which instantly brightened my mood. "Becca, what do you think of this view? Do you think it's beautiful?" Daniel sent another photo. Compared to the previous one, the sky at this moment was even more vibrant. The sunset was filled with reddish hues. It was indeed beautiful. Even just looking at the photo was breathtaking, let alone seeing it in person. However, this photo confirmed Rebecca's suspicion that Daniel wasn't at GN Jewelries. The reflection showed a different office interior than when she signed the contract in Daniel's office. This one seemed larger and more spacious, but the vibe was colder. It was strictly business-oriented. Becca: "It's beautiful." Becc
"What does that mean?" This time, Sam found himself confused and sought clarification. Rebecca didn't withhold anything and openly shared her speculations with Sam. However, the messages on the phone were certainly not meant for others to see. Regardless of whether Daniel made himself clear or not, they contained his personal thoughts. Rebecca was afraid that sharing them would subject Daniel to mockery from Sam. She didn't want to be perceived as someone who was unable to keep a secret. Hence, she meticulously organized the content of Daniel's messages and provided Sam with a brief explanation. As Sam processed the information, his expression underwent a drastic change. Without wasting a moment, he pulled out his phone and began checking the latest news. Given the magnitude of Mr. Winston Senior officially certifying the shares, it was inconceivable that such a significant event would escape the attention of major news platforms. As expected, by dinnertime, announc
If Rebecca hadn't been mindful of etiquette, she might have bluntly retorted, "You should know better." Fortunately, she maintained a thread of rationality. Considering Daniel's delicate emotional state, she merely sighed lightly, and her pitch-black gaze met Daniel on the video call. "Mr. Winston, if I were to send you a text message, you might question its authenticity and think that someone else might be attempting to cheer you up. But I sent you a voice message. Would you still harbor doubt even after hearing my voice?" Rebecca used a comb to tidy her wet and disheveled hair in front of the vanity mirror. Then, she casually wiped the damp ends with a dry towel. Given the weather, delaying the hair-drying process a bit wouldn't hurt. Daniel chuckled and admitted, "You're right. It was my mistake." It wasn't a lie. His surprise upon hearing Rebecca's voice message was genuine. It felt like a dream, considering all the foolish things he had done in the past. Outside
Daniel's eyebrows raised slightly. His initially casual glance turned intense. Rebecca had bought the suit for him. That explained why David was flaunting it like a proud peacock. A hint of disdain flickered in Daniel's eyes but quickly disappeared. "Becca's taste is naturally excellent," Daniel remarked. David didn't miss the subtle change in Daniel's expression and found great satisfaction in it. His already proud and handsome face now displayed an even more triumphant smile. With a deliberate sigh, David's eyes showed a hint of pity. "It's a shame you don't have this privilege anymore." Daniel looked up, and his profound gaze met David's. David raised his hand as if to pat Daniel's shoulder, but Daniel took a step back. David's arm hung in mid-air, yet he remained unfazed. He gave a sheepish smile and nonchalantly withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened. He had said what needed to be said, and the goal had been achieved. There was no need to further provok
Rebecca: "..." Why in the world was he sending her a random question mark? Before Rebecca could fully assess the situation, Daniel swiftly fired off another message. Daniel: "I was thinking about inviting you to lunch, and coincidentally, I noticed 'Becca is typing.' Becca, no need to read too much into it." Rebecca carefully read the message on her phone and felt a tinge of embarrassment. Thankfully, this wasn't a face-to-face encounter; otherwise, it would've been painfully awkward. Still, considering the odd question mark earlier, she couldn't help but overthink the situation. After all, she hadn't sent a message, and Daniel had sent her a question mark. It almost made it seem like he was some sort of chat-box stalker. Even though, in hindsight, she realized she had been presumptuous. Well, perhaps … not entirely. After all, Daniel did extend a lunch invitation, and she did possess some charm, didn't she? Rebecca allowed herself a brief moment of self-admirat
As soon as Rebecca finished speaking, she hastily interjected without waiting for Daniel to respond. "Just pretend you didn't hear anything!" Daniel raised his eyebrows. Before he could say anything, a waiter arrived with the main course. The waiter placed the dishes in front of them. This coincidentally interrupted Daniel's potential response. "Let's dig in!" Rebecca seized the moment to cut off any further conversation and attempted to change the subject. The first dish served was steak, which was accompanied by a plate of crispy shrimp that looked really delicious. Daniel glanced at Rebecca, who dove straight for the plate of crispy shrimp without even reaching for her knife and fork for the steak. His lips curved into a wider smile as he casually sliced the steak in front of him. Just as Rebecca was about to pick up her fork and knife after enjoying two crispy shrimps, Daniel smoothly exchanged his already-cut steak with hers. In a gentle tone, he remarked, "I th
Perhaps feeling that she had been rude, Rebecca explained again before Daniel could speak, "My point is, you have worked hard for the Winston Group. Won't you ...""No." As if knowing Rebecca's next words, Daniel gave her the answer before she could finish.Rebecca fell silent, but her eyes were telling enough. Would Daniel really let it go this easily?The empire he poured his blood, sweat, and tears into was about to be given to someone else with just a few words alone.Although Rebecca was abroad all these years, she learned about the situation in Fairport before coming over. Whether it was the historical culture or the recent economic development, she had dabbled in them one way or another. And the recent development of Fairport was mostly thanks to one person–Daniel.Even when she had a walk by the sea this morning, she occasionally heard Daniel's name from the mouths of tourists passing by.Honestly, if it were her, she would definitely be unwilling.Rebecca's expressions