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Chapter 157

Chapter 157

Chapter 157:

Eileen furrowed her brows. “I’ve been out of the loop working as an assistant for quite some time. I’m not sure I can be of much help.”

“That’s alright,” Raymond replied, smiling. “There’s just that one project in Wist Land needing attention. Mr. Dawson should be able to handle it himself. You just focus on his day-to-day needs.”

Standing by the expansive floor-to-ceiling window, Bryan drew slowly on his cigarette. His lips curled into a faint smile, though his eyes remained serious. He even said to Eileen earnestly, “Thank you.” Somehow, Eileen followed Bryan out of the hospital just like that.

Once they were settled in his car, Bryan turned to her. “So, are you moving in with me, or am I supposed to go to your place?” It was then that it hit Eileen. She had unwittingly been dragged into something more complicated than she had thought.

She said, “Wait, you’re Milford’s temporary guardian. It’s your responsibility to arrange care for him while he’s injured. But why should I owe Raymond a favor?” Why would she step in for Raymond to look after Bryan?

Bryan raised an eyebrow, acknowledging her point with a serious nod. “Given your current state of mind, returning as an assistant might not be the best fit.” His words hinted at calling her foolish, yet he quickly covered it with an excuse. “But remember, Arthur took Milford away because of you.”

So, she was indebted to Milford. Had Raymond not stepped in, she would have been running to the hospital daily. That meant Raymond was taking care of Milford on her behalf, right? Something about this felt off, but Eileen couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

“So, where are we going?” Bryan asked, his voice laced with impatience.

“My place is out of the question. It’s cramped, and I’m living with Phoebe and Bailee,” Eileen replied. There was a room for each of them, leaving no space for Bryan.

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Starting the engine, Bryan steered towards Eileen’s place. “Looks like small isn’t to your liking.” Eileen was at a loss for words.

“Pack your things first. My place is big and convenient,” Bryan suggested, his tone laden with implication.

having packed a couple of outfits, arrived at Bryan’s expansive residence. She reiterated that her stay was only temporary, just until Milford was out of the hospital. However,

ignore the underlying tension, Eileen avoided his intense gaze as she set her luggage down in a guest room on the first floor.

disastrously bad. For the first time, Eileen also recognized the dismal quality of her spaghetti. Perhaps

finished eating, Eileen cleaned up the kitchen and headed toward her room. “I need to prepare some course materials to send to Milford and Adalina. Let me know if you need something, but please

asked, a playful look in his eyes, his hand casually tucked

in peace,” Eileen answered,

materials for Adalina and Milford. By a little after

a message in the group chat. Although Milford’s phone was broken, she was aware that he had an old backup he could resort to. Both Milford and Adalina quickly replied with

brief overview,” Eileen replied. She was surprised at their quick grasp of the material. It wasn’t even ten o’clock yet, and

us a break,” Milford responded sharply. After reading Milford’s message, Adalina immediately inquired if something had happened to him.

letting them preview the new course. He couldn’t help but send her a voice message. “Ms. Curtis, is it really necessary to push us this hard? It’s

was a late hour for Milford and Adalina since they were both in poor health.

advocate for health, often advised her to rest early and avoid late nights. But now, here they were, embroiled in

probing left Eileen scrambling for a response. Pressing on with the lesson seemed insensitive. She could only reply, “I’m just concerned that if you take a break for a few days, you might forget everything we’ve covered

want to introduce a new lesson now.” Eileen was at a loss for words. She struggled to

“Let them finish early today. Come upstairs and assist me with a meeting.” The wording

to understand what was happening until Milford sent a message. “Ms. Curtis, we’ll take a break. You go

opened Bryan’s profile and scrolled through their chat history, which consisted mostly of her own messages. The realization that she had mistaken Bryan for Milford all this time made her wish she could disappear into thin

she turned off her computer and headed upstairs. She intended to go to the study, but she found only the

resonant voice floated out from the room. Eileen tapped lightly on the door twice. “Come in.” Bryan’s crisp response came

Bryan’s computer. Eileen settled into the chair. Bryan had prepared a notebook

recognize the conversation was a shareholders’ meeting, the voices familiar as those of the Apex Group’s shareholders. “We believe that if your father doesn’t see the

push this. Five hundred million is

our losses now, even if it’s a few tens of millions, is better than risking more and

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