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Chapter 250

Chapter 250

At the same time, the explosive crack of thunder sounded overhead just as a purplish white streak of lightning split the night sky in half, ominously igniting the darkness that fell over the land

Tucked away in Bayside Residence, Sonia bolted upright in bed and gasped. Her heart felt constricted with panic, but she had no idea why.

To switch on the bedside lamp, she had to bring her hand up. After that, she massaged her temples and reached for the glass of water on her nightstand, then took a sip as she tried to calm herself down.

She was done drinking and was just about to place the glass back on the nightstand when her eyes widened in horror; the curtains had not been drawn over the French windows at the foot of her bed, and on the rain-splattered glass appeared a terrifying figment of what looked like a skull.

Am I imagining things? Sonia shut her eyes tight and opened them again, then looked up at the French windows once more.

This time, she was met with darkness, which was weakly illuminated by the neon lights of the nightscape that refracted off the glass. There was no skull at all.

“Phew.” She let out a huge sigh of relief and

patted her chest to soothe her wildly beating heart.

As it turned out, she had been imagining things after all. Of course / was. With the way modern society is progressing, I should be jaded enough to ignore all the nonsense about paranormal stuff. She shook her head and let out a self effacing laugh at her own rich imagination.

When Sonia arrived at work the next day, Daphne-who had been waiting at the former’s office doorway-bowed and greeted, “Good morning, President Reed.”

“Good morning. Why are you here waiting for me? Has something happened?” Sonia asked as she took out her card key and swiped it across the sensor on the door, then made her way into the office.

Daphne fell in step behind her. “I just got a call from Fuller Group. They want you to go over for a meeting; it’s about alternative energy collaboration.”

Sonia was pulling up her chair when she heard this and paused. “Is the meeting at Fuller Group?”

Daphne nodded earnestly. “Yes.”

The divot between Sonia’s brows went as quickly as it came. “Very well, then. What time is the meeting?”

In all honesty, she was reluctant to go over to Fuller Group, but Toby was the person in charge of the collaboration, and he called the shots when it came to the time and place for any relevant meetings. No one would dare speak up against his decisions unless they were prepared to lose out on the project. Sonia had fought tooth and nail to procure the partnership, so abandoning the project halfway was not an option, which meant she was left with no choice but to attend the meeting.

“It’s scheduled for 2.00PM,” Daphne answered dutifully.

Sonia took off her coat and sat down. “Got it. Is there anything else?”

Daphne opened the folder she was carrying

brief introduction on fashion inscribed upon it, Sonia couldn’t help but laugh while musing, “I

but he got a phone call and had

was a work call. Speaking of which, you should

nodded once and left

around, she got a call from the police station and was informed that the investigation into the restaurant incident had been

sure that no one sabotaged the crystal chandelier. As to why the chandelier had fallen

the absence of rust and sabotage, she could come up with no other reason as to how the incident could

to an

glanced at her bandaged arm, then heaved a sigh

her car and drove over to Fuller

in the presidential office at

the time displayed on the bottom right corner of his laptop screen and asked, “Has

to the side, immediately understood what Toby was asking and nodded. “I saw three of the collaborators on my way here, so I assume the rest of

hummed curtly in response. “Let’s go,

of the table and hoisted himself to his feet, then proceeded toward the door. Tom, on the other

door, and those

courteous and formal front along with the rest of her

across those who gathered at the conference table before it lingered

others did

to the meeting agenda. However, a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes when he noticed Sonia’s bandaged arm as she reached

to his usual spot behind Toby that he pointed out in a low voice, “President Fuller, it

know,” came Toby’s stoic reply, though there was a

I‘ve unnecessarily voiced out my observation. I thought he had

the day was with regards to the essential uses for which the alternative energy technology might be used after business discussions were concluded, as well as the pros

and she might have sat through

done an extensive study on alternative energy, she couldn’t very well grasp whatever content

felt

them once she got home that evening. Alas, Toby spoke much too quickly for her to jot down anything coherent, and

her wrist to

noticed her gesture out of the corners of his eyes and decidedly slowed

finally catch up with whatever he was saying, and her notes were starting to look more put-together than they had moments ago. However, she couldn’t resist peering at him once or twice. She did wonder why he had slowed down

his mug of coffee to his lips and took a sip. “That’s all for the meeting today. Do any of you

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