Chapter 155

Chapter 155

Wendy was about to turn and leave, but then she thought - she hadn't done anything wrong, so why should she run away?

So she walked up gracefully with a smile, "Mr. Ford, all the employees are here, waiting for you."

Her eyes then turned to Evelyn, and she said politely, "Ms. Landon, good evening."

Evelyn hadn't planned to respond, but William glanced at her, so she was forced to maintain good manners and nodded slightly, "Hello."

After speaking, she lifted her dress and followed William into the elevator, swaying as she went.

Wendy stood at the elevator door, hesitating for a few seconds.

"Are you going to stand there like a doorman?" William glanced at her.

Wendy awkwardly tugged at the corner of her mouth, but still stepped into the elevator.

It was her first time being the third wheel, and she felt a bit uncomfortable.

The banquet hall was on the top floor of the restaurant, and the elevator was rising steadily.

Wendy stood facing away from them, feeling somewhat uneasy.

"William, can you check if my dress zipper is done up properly?" Evelyn said coquettishly.

Behind her came the sound of checking the fabric.

Wendy felt a bit disgusted with herself for being so nosy at this moment, but her ears were particularly sharp.

"That tickles," Evelyn's suggestive laughter clearly reached Wendy's ears.

Her heart felt like it was being twisted by a knife, yet she couldn't show any emotion.

After all, they were in a relationship - she had no reason or right to be jealous.

Wendy took a deep breath, trying her best to block out the sounds behind her.

"Bang!" The elevator suddenly stopped halfway.

Wendy immediately pressed against the elevator wall and quickly reached up to press the emergency button.

"Ahhhhh!" Evelyn's screams filled the entire elevator, startling Wendy.

"Stop screaming, calm down." Wendy turned to look at Evelyn and William.

Evelyn's face was pale as she curled up in William's arms with her eyes tightly shut.

Perhaps because of the previous car accident, Evelyn was extremely nervous and fearful of these sudden incidents.

"I'm scared, William." Evelyn's voice trembled.

William gently held Evelyn's shoulder, "It's okay."

Although he was acting, Evelyn's fear was real, so out of courtesy, William still tried to comfort her. He looked up at Wendy.

He had expected Wendy to be scared too, but instead her eyes showed disappointment, just not panic.

But William knew she was trying hard to stay calm.

"It should just be a temporary malfunction. I've pressed the alarm button, security will be here soon." Wendy was calm and composed.

William nodded.

Evelyn in his arms didn't dare to breathe, her whole body buried in William's chest.

William wanted to push her away, but found that Evelyn was holding on particularly tight, so he gave up.

The atmosphere in the elevator was quiet, with only the three people's breathing.

With a "snap," the lights went out too.

Evelyn already had her eyes closed, so she didn't notice.

The sudden darkness made Wendy pause for a moment.

Her hand, which had been tightly gripping the elevator handrail, suddenly felt a warmth.

Wendy was startled and wanted to pull her hand back, but the large hand held it firmly, not letting her go.

It was William.

Wendy looked in his direction in the darkness.

She couldn't see William's expression clearly, but her heart seemed to sink as well.

Her forced composure now seemed to have found an outlet.

William gently patted the back of Wendy's hand twice, as if comforting her not to be afraid.

Wendy gripped the railing even tighter, not knowing whether she should respond.

She didn't know if this was right or wrong.

William's hand covering hers while holding Evelyn in his arms - such a strange scene.

It made Wendy feel like a third wheel.

She took a deep breath and quietly withdrew her hand.

Although Wendy was reluctant, her sense of morality wouldn't allow her to do so.

William felt Wendy's withdrawal.

In the dark atmosphere, both of them tacitly remained silent.

In the adult world, sometimes you don't need much explanation or words to know what the other person is thinking.

After about ten minutes, the security personnel finally rescued them.

Evelyn tearfully said she wanted to go home, and her emotional state was indeed not good.

William had to tell Wendy, "Let all the employees know the situation, I'll come over later."

"Got it." Wendy nodded in a businesslike manner.

William looked at her intently, a flash of complex emotion crossing his eyes, but the moment Evelyn pushed the door and stepped into the elevator, he quickly maintained a poker face. As if that brief moment of tenderness in the darkness was just an illusion that couldn't see the light of day.

The celebration party was in full swing, and the elevator power outage became a minor incident.

After William saw Evelyn off, he went to the celebration party, gave a warm-up speech, and left.

He didn't talk to Wendy either.

That night, both of them had different thoughts on their minds.

During her detention, Shirley kept demanding that John get her out quickly.

Fortunately, Shirley wasn't completely stupid - she had destroyed all transaction records earlier, and John had hired a top-tier legal team at great expense to intervene. Without solid evidence and with Vaughn's claims being just words, even though the police were suspicious, they couldn't formally charge her with the evidence chain broken.

When Charlie heard about Shirley's situation, he rushed to the detention center to see her.

"Shirley, how are you?" Charlie asked with concern.

His father had recently sent him abroad on a business trip, so he wasn't up to date on what was happening in Novaria.

Otherwise, he would never have let Shirley fall into danger.

Shirley had visibly lost a lot of weight, and her eyes no longer had that proud look from before. She just kept her head down, "I'm not good."

It was too boring and dull inside, and there were many criminals from the lower classes. She had been protected too well by the Moore family before, never wanting for food or clothing.

She had drivers and maids. The sudden contrast made her feel the difference.

It also caused a huge change in her heart. Here she was no longer an heiress, no longer receiving her family's love.

Instead, there were rules and regulations, a hierarchy.

Everything reminded Shirley to behave herself. Every day here was torture for her.

Her hair was falling out in clumps, and she couldn't sleep all night.

Sometimes she would be woken up in the middle of the night to stand guard for those so-called leaders - they were actually just deliberately tormenting her.

Shirley couldn't take it anymore.

"I want to get out, Charlie, please save me." Tears poured from Shirley's eyes.

She really regretted it now, regretted doing wrong.

Seeing Shirley like this, Charlie's heart ached, "Don't worry, I'll find someone to get you out right away, don't worry."

"I'll go crazy if I stay even one more day." Shirley stood up through the glass, banging on the table and shouting without caring about her image.

She was already on the verge of a breakdown.

"Tomorrow, I'll get you out tomorrow." Charlie immediately comforted her.

He couldn't bear to see Shirley suffer.

Shirley finally calmed down, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

This meeting finally ended.

Charlie rushed to the Moore Manor to discuss countermeasures with John.

But John was still angry about Shirley's audacity in harming people, and planned to let her stay a few more days to learn her lesson.

Besides, he also wanted to see William's reaction.