---- Chapter 147 Istood on the sidewalk, unmoving. Bob couldn't help but urge me in a low voice, "Ms. Sawyer, you should get in the car. There are so many people watching. It doesn't look good..." "Since you know that, why are you blocking the road like this? "T stared him straight in the eye. "You guys go ahead. I'm not going back tonight." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the man in the back seat pause slightly, but he didn't say anything. He didn't even look up at me.

He just calmly flipped through the documents in his hands, then slowly set them down. Bob, clearly caught in the middle, could only steel himself and say again, "Ms. Sawyer, please... just get in the car." Then he suddenly lowered his voice and leaned in closer." Don't upset Mr. Ford any further. After what happened back at the party..." "What happened?" I cut him off, smiling. Ever since I woke up from my suicide attempt , Bob had been constantly taking jabs at me, mocking me at every turn.

He never said anything outright, but the condescension in his tone was unmistakable . He either asked me to behave or not cause trouble for Jonathan. But he was just an assistant. Who gave him the right to talk to ---- me like that? He should stick to doing his actual job. Since when was it his place to manage Jonathan's personal life? Was I his subordinate ? What gave him the right to act like he could order me around? I locked eyes with him. "Go on, tell me.

What exactly did I do to make Jonathan so angry?" Bob instantly clamped his mouth shut, clearly caught off guard that I was being so direct. He looked a little awkward, like he hadn't expected me to be this difficult to handle. After a moment, I calmed myself, took a deep breath, and said, "Tell him I'm not going back. You all go ahead." The investors nearby were visibly uncomfortable. One of them politely said, "Ms. Sawyer, if you're busy with something, we can just go over things with Mr.

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Guzman for now..." "It's fine," Ireplied, shaking my head. I looked at him apologetically. "I'm sorry for letting my personal issues spill over like this. But please rest assured, I'll remain completely professional throughout our partnership. I'm very grateful for this opportunity." With that, I ignored Bob and followed Frederick, walking the investors over to the nearby hotel. But none of them moved.

They'd clearly recognized the Cullinan parked nearby, and they knew exactly who was sitting inside. No one in Harthville's business world could afford to ignore Jonathan. Their hesitation was understandable. ---- Frederick gave me a look, his expression serious. Tunderstood. If we didn't handle this properly, it could impact the business deal. I couldn't let this mess drag him down.

Ithought about it, took a deep breath, and had just stepped toward the curb when he reached out and grabbed my arm. He frowned and asked, "Where do you think you're going?" "Me?" I blinked innocently. "Aren't you expecting me to smooth things over with Jonathan?" He pinched the bridge of his nose, looking mildly exasperated. "When did I say that?" "Tjust assumed..." "Forget it," he cut me off. "You stay here and take care of the investors.

I'll go talk to him." Then, he turned and walked straight toward the Cullinan. Tlooked at him, a bit worried , but his steps were steady and confident . So, I had no choice but to turn back and focus on entertaining the clients. I'd just finished smiling through a quick explanation to one of the investors when the roar of an engine suddenly came from behind me. The car door slammed shut. All I caught was Jonathan's ice-cold, striking side profile as he gave the order for the driver to pull away.