Chapter 77

Chapter 77

After seeing Chase get into the car, Priscilla turned around to get ready to take them to school.

Kieran sat at the table, quietly eating his breakfast.

"I can go to school by myself later." Kieran said when he saw her return.

Priscilla gave Kieran a questioning look. "Didn't you say you were going to the hospital today?"

Kieran's hand holding the knife and fork paused. "Mrs. White just sent me a message, telling me not to go to the hospital yet."

Not go to the hospital?

Nash's condition had stabilized. If it weren't for observation, he could have been discharged and gone home in the past few days.

Why would they specifically tell Kieran not to go over now?

Faced with Priscilla's questioning gaze, Kieran had no choice but to tell the truth.

"Because they went to the hospital to find me." Kieran said in a hoarse voice.

He disliked his biological parents and didn't even want to call them "Mom" and "Dad."

Priscilla put down her knife and fork and glanced at the innocent Verity. "Let's talk upstairs."

Verity was precocious. Priscilla didn't want to say these things in front of the child. What if she could understand?

Upstairs, Kieran revealed all the news he had just received.

"So you're saying, Ryder took the money we gave him and was discharged from the hospital soon after? So now they're trying to get our address through Mrs. White?" Priscilla quickly understood.

Kieran nodded. "I've inquired. Paxton has indeed gambled a lot outside. A person like him is hopeless, but we can't be entangled like this forever."

He was very worried.

He didn't care if he was entangled himself, but Priscilla was a well-known designer.

She would also be a person who frequently appeared in the spotlight in the future. If this problem was not resolved as soon as possible, who knows what would happen if it was secretly photographed by the paparazzi!

Priscilla understood Kieran's worries. "You go to school and don't worry too much."

It was impossible for Ryder and Haven to know her address. Even if they did, they couldn't get in.

However, Kieran's worries were not unreasonable. The hidden danger should be resolved as soon as possible.

After comforting Kieran, Priscilla didn't leave for the company until after nine o'clock.

Priscilla, who was preoccupied, met Mireille, who also had a bad complexion, at the company entrance.

"You have dark circles under your eyes so early in the morning. What's wrong?" Priscilla asked teasingly.

Mireille looked up at the upstairs, and Priscilla instantly understood.

"The proposal I gave you yesterday still has some flaws. I'll talk to you about it when I have time." Priscilla said meaningfully.

Mireille nodded. "Okay."

In the office, Priscilla placed the design drawings she had drawn last night on the table, then skillfully turned on the computer and clicked on the hot search news.

After more than a day of fermentation, the hot search news had undergone a major reversal.

In addition to the industry's affirmation of Priscilla's work, the public relations department also released many of Pearl's previous competition works.

There was no harm without comparison.

Seeing that the online evaluation of herself had undergone a earth-shaking change, Priscilla could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

She picked up the phone and called Algernon.

"Mr. Visconti, I've seen the online reviews. The public opinion has successfully tilted in our favor now. Can we consider a public collaboration next?" Priscilla asked.

On the other end of the phone, Algernon was in a good mood.

"I'll arrange the press conference." he said.

Priscilla's task was to concentrate on design. Algernon didn't want her to be exposed to the dark side of the business world too early.

Not long after hanging up Algernon's call, Mireille came.

"My father came to see me yesterday." Mireille said bluntly.

Priscilla was not surprised. Although there were many of Mireille's people in the company now, Vance was the one who founded the company.

In the short term, Mireille could not completely replace Vance.

"Yesterday at the company, he asked me to rehire all the relatives I had previously fired. I didn't agree. Who knew he would bring Orion back today!" Mireille was indignant.

Speaking of Orion Grayson, Priscilla had some impression of him.

He was Vance's illegitimate son, and he was even six months older than Mireille.

Priscilla despised people who were unfaithful in marriage, but Vance was an elder after all.

She didn't like to talk about elders behind their backs, unless what they did was too much.

For example, now.

"Orion? I still have some impression of him." Priscilla lowered her eyes and thought for a moment.

When Mireille returned home after going through her parents' troubles, she discovered that she had such a brother.

And Orion, who had been raised outside since he was a child, lacked discipline and had always been spoiled, so he was naturally not very polite.

Every time Mireille was bullied, Vance always liked to tell her to bear with it.

"Orion was called back by my dad to compete with me for the company. I just don't understand, what's so good about him that's better than me?" Mireille gritted her teeth.

Priscilla watched Mireille quietly, waiting for her to vent her emotions before handing her the hot coffee in front of her.

"Any improper behavior by a senior executive of the company may affect the company's stock price. Your father knows this better than you and I do. So in what capacity did Orion return to the country?" Priscilla asked.

Mireille sneered. "He said he was a nephew who had studied abroad. How else could you say my dad is a man who can do great things? He can even call his own son a nephew."

Priscilla's mouth twitched.

"I had a meeting this morning. He told my subordinates to cooperate with Orion and not make any mistakes." Mireille continued.

Orion came back to deliberately disgust her. If she confronted him at this time, wouldn't she be handing over a handle to others?

She wasn't that stupid.

"So, next we have to find a way to get rid of him?" Priscilla took a sip of coffee.

The coffee was so bitter.

Mireille's face was bitter. She sighed and hugged Priscilla's arm. "If it doesn't work, let's go out and do it ourselves!"

She would provide the funds, and Priscilla would be the core designer.

Priscilla gently tapped Mireille's head, her tone full of helplessness. "How can it be that easy?"

The Grayson Group was a listed company after all. How many years would they have to work to get listed?

Priscilla believed that Mireille was just speaking out of anger.

As soon as her voice fell, there was a knock on the door.

Priscilla glanced at Mireille, who immediately sat up straight and even straightened her clothes to make herself look as dignified as ever.

When the door opened, a man in a suit stood at the door.

Seeing Priscilla, he raised his hand to adjust his tie and spoke in a low, self-proclaimed elegant voice, "Hello."

Looking at the man in front of her, Priscilla frowned, slightly puzzled. "Hello, who are you?"

"Please allow me to introduce myself. I'm Orion Grayson," he said.

Priscilla blinked at the man who was about as tall as her. His skin was enviably delicate, and he smelled of perfume. She nodded politely. "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"