Chapter 30 Billionaire' Is In Trouble
SARA
A middle-aged man's disgruntled voice came over the line: "Do you think anyone cares about your affairs?"
"What happened to your fiancée? Did your mother hear that your fiancée is the rejected daughter of White? Shawn, while we don't want to waste time meddling in your affairs, anyone can make mistakes when it comes to their future daughter-in-law. This puts your mother in an awkward position, so I had to go over and ask. Didn't you say she was the daughter of the White?"
"Father, you're not mistaken. In any case, you have nothing to worry about. The only thing you need to do until then is keep quiet and just show up on the day of the engagement."
"So you treat us like a lucky charm?"
Shawn frowned slightly: "I didn't know."
This serious answer displeased: "You have no sense of humor at all. It's hard to believe you're my son. How can I retire peacefully if you have such a low level of emotional intelligence?"
Shawn wasn't surprised by the nonsensical, worried tone on the other end of the line.
"Father, if you don't want to retire, you can come back," he said slowly. "Oddly enough, I'd like to spend a vacation with my fiancée right after the engagement."
"Enough of this nonsense, wasting my time! I still have to make breakfast for your mother, goodbye!"
"Achoo!"
A trash can next to my desk was filled with wads of paper napkins; I was sneezing one after another. The effects of yesterday's rain were quite obvious, as I had come down with a terrible cold today.
"Sarah, take your medicine, okay?" she sat with her legs spread wide.
I sniffled, my voice heavy with congestion: "I'll buy it later."
Although I had received another two hundred thousand, that amount was reserved only for the kidney transplant. Now that Grandma couldn't be discharged from the hospital, daily expenses were running out, and no one knew how many more days they would have to wait for the operation.
The remaining hundred thousand was less than a few thousand, meaning if the operation wasn't performed immediately, there wouldn't be enough money anyway.
A cold isn't such a big deal; it could simply be endured without resorting to medication.
"Where are the books I gave you yesterday, on the flash drive?" my colleague asked.
I frantically rummaged through my bag and, after emptying the contents, dumped out a box of cold medicine.
Her sharp eyes spotted a flash drive among the clutter and picked it up. "Hey, do you have cold medicine?"
I took the medicine box in surprise, I definitely hadn't bought it myself. When did it appear in my bag, and how could I have known nothing about it?
Could it really be Shawn?
"The meeting is starting, hurry up, principal is damn serious today. If you're late, the principal will be furious!"
Without time to think, I put the cold medicine back in the drawer and followed her into the conference room.
The school principal, having finished his usual business, tapped his finger, and the slide instantly updated to Romno Corporation.
"The last time the team conducted a thorough, carpet-like investigation throughout the building, they didn't find a single clue," the school principal said, seriously adjusting his black-rimmed glasses. "I'm very dissatisfied with the result."
The teachers whispered among themselves; they had to find someone based on a blurry silhouette that appeared only once among the countless people entering and exiting the building.
I sneezed just in time and quickly apologized, "Sorry, I have a cold."
He looked at them with disgust and, seemingly out of nowhere, pulled out a mask, quickly put it on, and continued, "However, I recently received valuable information: the heiress of the Romano Corporation is getting engaged in two weeks. All school staff invited, too." I was shocked.
But every day passed without incident, and I wondered if Shawn had paid for my month's lodging just to keep me, a potential threat to Kate, under his watchful eye and prevent any incidents.
Aside from that unexpected kiss, he hadn't touched me once and had deliberately kept his distance.
I should have been happy, but every time I thought it was all because of Kate, I secretly despised his unseemly behavior.
What an ascetic male god, a university handsome man, who knows if he's impotent? Otherwise, why would rumors of his virginity have spread? By pushing me away after every kiss, was he testing me to see if I liked women?
As for that night when they had sex, I remembered nothing; it was hard to say how it had happened.
So, recalling HIs angry response: "You don't feel it? It's not a deep feeling?" I perceived it as nothing more than a weak excuse.
Where did I feel it to speak of deep feelings?
Approaching Lake in the middle of the school, I saw Tony sitting on a bench.
He seemed to have been sitting there for quite some time. A layer of white snowflakes fell on him. He simply sat there, silent, unsure of his thoughts.
"Anthony..." As I approached, I began to speak quietly.
He looked up and stood up. He was approaching me step by step. Then, unexpectedly, he embraced me.
I trembled slightly. For a moment, I froze. Coming to my senses, I pushed the boy away, but my gaze darted beyond the trees nearby.
Someone was still standing there.
Even though he was a teenager, he was a head taller than me. Of course, he couldn't compare to his strength.