The Silent Wife

Chapter 242

Not long after Frankie stepped out, the originally closed office door suddenly opened a crack as he stuck his head back in and smiled meaningfully. “A bouquet of white tulips for your reservation would be a little drab, President Burton. Shall I have the florist add in a few splashes of color?”

Upon hearing that, Justin was stunned as he glared at him. “Don’t you want to keep your job?”

It was noon and after putting her signature on a document, Rachel handed it to Lisa. “You can go and have lunch now.”

“What would you like, Miss Burton? I can bring you back something from the cafeteria.”

As Rachel opened her mouth to speak, her phone vibrated. Taking note of the caller ID, she told Lisa, “It’s fine; I’ll be going down for lunch as well in a bit.”

“Of course.”

The moment Lisa left, Rachel answered the call. “Hello?”

“Are you free, Miss Hudson? I am close to your workplace.”

“Is Old Mr. Burton done considering? Or does he wish to renegotiate terms with me?”

“He wanted me to give you something.”

In response, Rachel narrowed her eyes.

Close to Burton Group was a café. As it was separated from the building by only a single street, the Burton Group logo was clearly visible from the cafe’s window seats.

By the time Rachel arrived, Leon, the Burton Family butler, had been waiting on a booth seat for a while. “Have a seat, Miss Hudson.”

Upon seeing the contract-like document on the table, Rachel knew this conversation would not end quickly, so she pulled out a chair and sat down. “What did you want to give me?” she asked.

He placed a translucent plastic bag containing a USB stick on the table. “It contains the video and written evidence you wanted of

She glanced down at the

document folder over to her. “As long as you put your signature on it, the USB stick

that Old Mr. Burton knows who the real murderer is.” Leon’s expression remained impassive and unchanging despite her blunt question. Knowing that she wouldn’t be able to get anything from him, Rachel caved in and flipped open the document. As she looked through it,

you to tender your resignation and leave the Burton

work to hand over. Does Old Mr. Burton’s resignation deadline include the time I need to pass on my

you know it’s not as simple as making

she was handling many of Burton Pharmaceuticals’ client resources right now, and she was pretty much in charge of the current batch of suppliers. If she didn’t hand those resources over

be

document, but I must

opened the laptop next to him and

about to

lifted a pen and put her signature

with fake evidence, for once she was angered, she would disregard the document completely

says that he hopes this transaction will come to a

each have what we need. I have what

left, Leon made a phone call. “I’ve done what you asked me to and had her

“Good.”

just finished writing something in a cursive calligraphy script. Upon answering Leon’s call as he put down his pen,

course, but there’s something

“What is it?”

signing her name and she seemed to find no difficulty in

wouldn’t use him as a bargaining chip if she found it difficult,” Arthur answered calmly, seemingly having expected such an outcome. “She’s no longer the mute woman from five

“What’s that?”

of paper on his desk. Right in the middle of it was the word he had just written-‘ruthlessness’. It was full of curves and flourishes, even looking a bit savage, as if it might leap up from the page at any second. “You have to be ruthless to

way he could permit someone so ruthless

evidence, Rachel went looking