Chapter: 1281
"Miss Bennet," the assistant politely said as she put the folder on the desk.
With head still throbbing, Rachel looked up at her.
The assistant noticed the weariness in her eyes.
"You don't Look well,
Miss Bennet. Do you want me to reschedule the meeting so you can go home and rest?"
"I'm fine," Rachel said softly.
"No one's rescheduling the meeting."
Admittedly, business wasn't Rachel's forte. She wasn't really good at it, so she felt pressured at times.
It was far more complicated than editing codes, in her opinion. On top of that, she was heavily put off by the fierce competition among business people in the circle. But since she had already set herself up to bring the Bennet Group to its previous glory, she had no choice but to work hard. No matter how difficult the problem was before her, she had to find a way to solve it.
The assistant didn't persuade Rachel anymore and excused herself to prepare for the meeting.
After her assistant left, Rachel took her phone and searched her contacts. After hesitating for a while, she called home.
"Hello, Miss Bennet?" Lila's voice came on the other line.
"I might go home late tonight, Lila. Please look after Joey while
I'm still out," Rachel said as she opened the folder her assistant brought and signed her name at the bottom of the document.
“Don't worry, Miss Bennet. I'll take care of Joey." Lila agreed immediately.
Out of the corner of her eye, Rachel caught a glimpse of the top- search results on the computer screen. After a moment of silence, she said, "Lila..."
"Yes, Miss Bennet?" Lila answered, slightly confused by Rachel's tone.
"Did they leave?" She had just finished signing her name when she paused to wait for Lila's response. The ink from the tip of her pen immediately spread on the document, smearing the paper black.
Lila was stunned for a while before she realized who Rachel was referring to.
"Mr. Scott left with Mr. Sullivan a long time ago," she replied.
Truth was, they had gone out together just a half an hour before.
“Okay," Rachel answered absentmindedly. Noticing the ink blot on the document, she moved the tip of the pen away and stared at the writing, which was still wet. Somehow, it all made her feel depressed.
She didn't know what pushed her to ask about their whereabouts.
No matter how much trouble the Sullivan Group was in, it didn't concern her one bit. She had no right to care.
Lila's voice came from the other end of the call again, her tone slightly tainted with worry.