Chapter 110 To Avoid Misunderstanding That Mr. Brown Loves Me
Watching the person getting closer and closer.
Emma suddenly felt like her time was up.
Could she really be this unlucky?
She just got back after spending a month in detention, and now she's going to get killed?
"Ms. Wood?"
"It's you?" Emma let out a huge sigh of relief when she heard the familiar voice. She knew this person - it was Lachlan Everest, the manager of Aurora Tower's second floor.
Lachlan looked refined and gentle, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with a tall and slender build.
Lachlan reached out to help her up from the ground.
"Ms. Wood, are you okay?"
"Someone just kicked me."
Emma pointed to her left side.
Lachlan glanced at the door on the left, understanding immediately: "Ms. Wood, let's get you up first. I've already sent someone to check the circuit breaker. The power should be back on soon."
Sure enough, three to five minutes later, the power came back on at the bar.
The deafening music returned, and the crowd that had been agitated just moments ago instantly got back into it.
As if the blackout was just a little interlude in their fun night out.
Emma sat in Lachlan's office, rubbing her waist: "Lachlan, did you find the person?"
Lachlan poured Emma a glass of water and handed it to her: "Ms. Wood, don't worry. I've already sent someone to check the surveillance footage. We'll definitely let you know as soon as we have any news."
Emma held back her anger. When she was kicked earlier, she had faintly smelled sandalwood fragrance.
Only men would like to use sandalwood scent. Very few women use this perfume, so Emma could be 90% sure that the person who kicked her was a man, and a man with refined taste at that.
"It was a man."
Lachlan's eyes focused: "How can you tell?"
"He had a sandalwood scent on him, a distinctly masculine cologne."
Lachlan's opinion of her rose a few notches. This wealthy family's daughter wasn't stupid after all.
Lachlan nodded: "I get the picture."
On the thirty-first floor, in the top-floor private room.
William took off his suit jacket and casually draped it over the back of a chair.
Thalia held a tablet, watching the surveillance feed from Lachlan's office.
"The surveillance won't trace it back to us, will it?"
Angelina picked up her glass and took a sip of water: "Don't worry, with Mr. Brown here, it's not a problem."
Hearing Angelina's words, Thalia looked at William teasingly: "Mr. Brown is that capable?"
"Mr. Brown is incredibly resourceful. What Ms. Smith sees is just the surface."
Angelina started her praise mode.
She wished she could immediately sell William to Thalia right now. With William's pathetic skills and brain when it comes to romance, how long would it take him to win over a woman?
So frustrating! Really frustrating!
"For example?" Thalia became interested.
"If he wanted the Wood family to go bankrupt, it would only take one word from him."
Thalia glanced at William. That powerful? Even Hayden couldn't do it that quickly.
Evelyn looked at Thalia's expression and felt a bit anxious.
Was Thalia actually falling for Angelina's sales pitch and getting interested in William?
She coughed and kicked Thalia.
Angelina noticed Evelyn's action and raised an eyebrow.
Evelyn... what was she trying to do?
Was she trying to sabotage things right off the bat?
Evelyn propped up her chin and spoke: "Since Mr. Brown is so capable, how about taking on a case?"
Angelina smiled, pressing her tongue against her cheek and leaning back: "Cases don't come for free, you know."
Evelyn: "We'll pay."
"Mr. Brown doesn't need money."
Evelyn persisted, determined not to let Thalia fall into this bad man's trap: "Then what does Mr. Brown need? We'll definitely satisfy it."
Angelina glanced at Thalia, then turned her gaze to Evelyn: "A wife."
Evelyn: She knew that's what she was waiting to hear.
"What kind of woman does Mr. Brown like? What are his requirements for height, weight, measurements? Tell us, and we'll find someone who fits the mold."
Angelina curved her lips: "Someone like Thalia."
Evelyn: ...One dares to ask, the other dares to answer.
They're competing to see who's more shameless.
Evelyn was amused by Angelina's aggressive approach and glanced at William, who was on the phone: "Does Mr. Brown not have a mouth? Why don't you give him your identity and name too? You can date for him, and let him show up for the wedding himself."
Thalia propped her head up, watching the two go back and forth, finding it rather amusing.
One desperately trying to sell, the other desperately trying to prevent her from being fooled.
"Parents love their own children. How about you dig out Mr. Brown's heart and see if it's white, Ms. Jolie? If it is, I'll agree to this match."
In other words, William was a scheming man.
Want to trap Thalia? Not happening.
A knock on the door interrupted the tension in the room.
"Come in."
"Mr. Brown, Lachlan has taken care of everything."
William waved his hand, dismissing him. Soon after, a server brought in dinner.
It was clear he was very busy tonight.
He'd been on the phone constantly.
Thalia had come for revenge anyway, and now that Emma was dealt with, she had no desire to stay any longer. She put the tablet down on the sofa: "We won't disturb Mr. Brown and Ms. Jolie's dinner. We'll be going..."
"Ms. Smith is as ungrateful as ever."
William hung up the phone, pulling out a chair to sit down while speaking.
"I just thought Mr. Brown looked busy?"
"I'm busy with my business, and you're busy being ungrateful, is that it?"
Thalia wasn't bothered by the sarcasm and actually laughed.
She walked over to William's side, picked up a fork, and stood next to him, serving him food with practiced ease.
Giving William the kind of treatment only a king would receive.
"I'm filming a TV show recently and learned a bit about serving people. To repay Mr. Brown for helping out tonight, I'll reluctantly serve you."
William chuckled: "Reluctantly?"
"Would you believe me if I said willingly?"
William leaned back, turning to look at Thalia, his long arm reaching past her waist to rest on her side, gently squeezing: "If you say it, I'll believe it."
Full of tenderness.
Thalia: ...Something's off. What is William up to now?
Thalia pulled William's hand away.
"Then I won't say it, to avoid Mr. Brown misunderstanding that I'm in love with him."
"He loves you," Angelina continued Thalia's words. More than just love - William, the kind of man who looks proper during the day but is actually a wolf in sheep's clothing once he takes off his clothes, is the most patient type.
A refined egoist like William - if he wasn't being controlled by his emotions, how could he allow a woman to repeatedly enter his life and disrupt his pace?
"You love me?" Thalia propped her chin up, looking at William.