“I didn’t…” Kaneeta explained instinctively.
She suddenly realized that ever since she had met Woodrow, he
had never been particularly gentle with her, but he had always
been polite and mild–mannered.
It seemed that the only times he was displeased were when he
thought she wasn’t taking care of her own health.
After thinking for a moment, she continued to explain, “I’m not
risking my life for anyone. It’s just that the project I’m in charge
of is in its final stage, and there are still some things that need to
be handled. I want to see it through to the end–it’s also my
responsibility to the team members who have worked hard with
- me. And…”
Kaneeta lowered her eyes and said softly, “I’ll resign after this
project is finished.”
Woodrow’s expression seemed to soften a little.
He seemed about to say something, but Kaneeta added, “I’m really
fine. What happened this morning was just due to some special
reason, but I’m completely okay now!”
Chapter
Although, explaining all this to Woodrow did feel a bit strange.
But looking at him, she couldn’t help but feel that she needed to
put his mind at ease.
Woodrow frowned slightly, but seeing the seriousness in Kaneeta’s expression, he ultimately chose to respect her wishes.
“Get in the car.”
On the way to the Kuntz Group, Woodrow remained silent, and
Kaneeta was quiet as well.
It wasn’t until they were almost at the Kuntz Group that she
finally spoke: “Mr. Hartwell, thank you so much for saving me this morning, and for treating me to such a delicious breakfast.
When I return to Roseburn, let me treat you to a meal.”
She knew perfectly well that a single meal could never repay
such a big favor, but if she said too much now, it would only
sound empty and insincere.
Once she was back in Roseburn, she would find an opportunity
to repay him.
“When are you going back?” Woodrow asked.
“The fifteenth of next month.”
Woodrow’s expression was calm: “That’s perfect. I’m going back
that day as well. Let’s go together.”
“You’re leaving on the fifteenth too?” Kaneeta was surprised.
Woodrow had come to Calchester for business–was he really
staying that long?
“Yes, my private jet will depart from Calchester Airport at noon on the fifteenth next month,” Woodrow said. “Just go straight to
the airport then.”
Kaneeta was just about to speak when Woodrow added, “Even if
you weren’t coming, my plane would still be flying from
Calchester to Roseburn on the fifteenth. Giving you a lift makes
no difference to me, so you don’t need to feel like you owe me
another favor.“”
Since he put it that way, Kaneeta couldn’t refuse any further.
“Alright, I’ll be there on time. Thank you in advance, Mr.
Hartwell.”
As she finished speaking, the car had already stopped in front of
the Kuntz Group building.
Kaneeta said goodbye to Woodrow and got out of the car.
Watching her figure disappear into the building, Woodrow
finally instructed the driver to drive on, then made a phone call.
“Change my return flight to the fifteenth of next month.”
The assistant on the other end was momentarily stunned: “Are
you sure? The original plan was to return the day after
tomorrow.”
“Yes.”
Having received a definite answer, the assistant dared not ask
further and quickly agreed.
***
At that moment, in his office, Edmund was staring at his phone
screen with a dark expression.
On the screen was a piece of news just released by a gossip media
outlet.
“Hartwell family heir in Roseburn’s relationship exposed? Seen
behaving intimately with a mysterious woman.”
The news included two candid photos: one of Woodrow and a
woman walking side by side into what looked like a restaurant,
and another of the two talking by a car.
In fact, the woman’s face wasn’t clearly shown in either photo-
one was taken from behind, and the other only showed a small
part of her profile.
But that was enough for Edmund to recognize that the woman in
the photos was Kaneeta.
Maybe it was just the angle, but in the photo of her and Woodrow talking by the car, they really did look quite close.
What exactly was going on between the two of them?
“Ed, don’t be angry,” Nyasia stood to the side, trying hard to hide
the gloating on her face. “Ms. Drayton probably just got a little
confused. After all, Mr. Hartwell did save her this morning.”
“So what if he saved her? Does that mean she has to get so close to
another man?” Edmund’s face grew even darker. “I think she’s
forgotten her place–she’s my woman!”
Nyasia frowned. At first, she had been rather pleased, thinking
Edmund would definitely have a fight with Kaneeta, but now,
she suddenly felt a sense of crisis.
Why was Edmund reacting so strongly?
Was Kaneeta really that important to him?
No, it must just be a matter of male pride.
The more Edmund thought about it, the angrier he became. He
was just about to call Kaneeta when he suddenly heard a knock
at the door.
“Come in,” Edmund said impatiently.
But to his surprise, it was Kaneeta who walked in.
Kaneeta had just arrived at the company and had a document that urgently needed Edmund’s signature, so she brought it over.
Seeing that Nyasia was also there, she showed no surprise. She
simply walked up to Edmund’s desk, placed the document in
front of him, and said in a businesslike tone, “Mr. Kuntz, this
document needs your signature.”
After she finished speaking, she noticed that Edmund had no
intention of looking at the document at all. Instead, he was
staring at her intently, a flicker of anger in his eyes.
Kaneeta frowned slightly.
What was wrong with Edmund now?
“When did Ms. Drayton arrive at the company?” Nyasia said
sarcastically from the side. “I thought you were still with Mr.
Hartwell.”
“Kaneeta, you’d better give me an explanation!”
