Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 282

Well, since Neil had put it that way, there was no room for negotiation

We were talking big shots from Rosemont Making a fool of yourself in front of them? Heavy consequences.

Gloria’s face turned ugly, all her usual grace and dignity was gone She was looking at Bonnie, her eyes full of disappointment.

The host whispered to Bonnie, “Ms Tueley, please return to your seat.”

“Okay. “Bonnie responded with a downcast head, placed her speech on the podium, and quickly exited the stage.

I picked up her discarded speech, gave it a once-over, and tossed it into the nearby trash. Then, I continued where Bonnie had left off.

I was pretty pleased with Bonnie’s performance. It got my gears turning: my delivery was light but powerful.

About ten minutes later, my talk was over The room burst into applause.

I knew I did good that day

Bonnie, on the other hand, was a mess. From the moment she returned to her seat to the end of the summit, she had kept her head down, staring at the table. Her mind clearly elsewhere.

“Ms. Finch, hold up.” Everyone else had left, but Gloria stopped me. She brought Bonnie over. This was Bonnie’s fault today. She shouldn’t have taken your speech.”

Bonnie glanced at me, but I didn’t see any regret in her eyes.

I simply gave a cold laugh without saying a word and left.

On the way back, I had someone look into the mysterious phone number to see who called me. It might have given the cops a lead.

All I could do then was to wait for the investigation to bear fruit or for the caller to contact me again.

When I got back to Sterling Estates, I couldn’t help but think of the ring Neil tossed. It had been a few days: I wondered if anyone found it.

Neil tossed the ring. If I was not mistaken,

recent snowfall had made the ground a thin layer of white, making the search difficult. Soon

from

his suit from the meeting, but then hed gotten a black coat on top,

black clothes, Neil’s skin had a soft

and said, “Nothing. I heard a puppy whining. I was afraid it might

eyes at the

looking for the engagement ring Russel Dawson

was exhausting. He made lying hard.

I just brushed off my hands and said, “Am I crazy? Do I need more trouble from

my red, cold hands. He took off his leather

soft inside, still warm from his hands, and suddenly my hands felt warm again.

hand and led me back towards the mansion.

days were short, and

four or five in the afternoon, the sky had

and long strides keeping him ahead. I could

started to snow again. Small flakes

Whitmore, Ms. Finch, you’re back! The moment we entered the mansion, the housekeeper greeted us. “Would you like dinner prepared earlier today? “Hum”Neil responded. So, the housekeeper

living room was warm I no longer felt cold, so I took off the gloves and placed them on the table. The housekeeper poured us two cups of

He was really busy. The

not as busy so quietly drank my milk.

put down his phone and told me. He seemed

thought so too” I responded casually, still

I’m going to

was a bit puzzled A gift?

knocked on the door, bringing a big box. The

of what was in the box.

a puppy?