Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 767 Mr. Middleton, Save Me

William's voice was colder than the lingering winter chill. "Mr. Swanson and Mr. Collins, it seems you've kept me out of the loop. Why didn't you inform me of such an entertaining show in advance?"

Beathan responded with a sincere expression, "Mr. Middleton, you haven't been feeling well recently, remember? We thought that it wasn't a big deal, so we didn't want to disturb your rest."

He paused before continuing with a smile. "Besides, this is our way of apologizing to Ms. Pierce. It didn't seem directly related to you, so we decided not to bother you with it. Now that you know, it's the same."

These were, of course, mere excuses.

William didn't take the bait and ignored this clumsy attempt to smooth things over. He asked, "Mr. Collins and Mr. Swanson, did you not do your research before sending this gift? Daphne is my mother's caregiver."

Bryan pretended to be surprised. "I had no idea that you two were connected in that way. We honestly didn't know. We only heard that Ms. Pierce was searching for this woman everywhere, so we thought that we'd do her a favor."

"Exactly." Beathan chimed in.

"Ms. Pierce, I think we've had some misunderstandings that have caused some unpleasantness between us. Why don't we clear the air tonight, taking

and crossed her legs. "Mr. Collins, are you referring to the

all due to my secretary's reckless actions, and I failed to supervise him properly. Ms.

pushed all the blame

of her wine and

you accept this gift, how about we consider

of answering, Emelie asked, "And what about you, Mr.

principles align so well, why don't we deepen our cooperation? It would also put an end to the speculation about

Emelie's lips. She stood up and walked over to Daphne, reaching out and removing the blindfold from Daphne's

squinted, struggling

the person in front of her was Emelie, her eyes widened in a mix of confusion and terror, and she immediately began to moan in distress. However, with her mouth taped shut,

the desperate

softly. "Begging him won't do you any good. You're now a gift from Mr. Swanson and Mr. Collins to me. Your fate is in my

Daphne's face turned ashen.