GoodReadAmanda rushed back to the Lopez Estate, grateful that Jonathan hadn't yet returned from the golf course. Her outing had been a stealthy affair, unnoticed by prying eyes.
She had intended to visit Heather out of old loyalty, but what she hadn't expected was to come away with a piece of information that set her on edge.
After giving it some thought, she dialed her son's number.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe phone rang several times before Everett picked up.
"Mother." Hearing that familiar word brought Amanda a moment of comfort.
"Hey! How's the recovery coming along? Still in pain?" "I'm fine." Everett's response was as succinct as ever, void of any unnecessary embellishment.
It had always been like this. Even before Everett met Dorothy, conversations between mother and son had been brief, usually cut short by his work commitments.
Amanda felt isolated. She was struggling to bridge the gap to her son's life, which was why she cherished Heather's presence so much. Heather was young and worked close to Everett; she provided Amanda with snippets of her son's life as well as companionship in conversation.
"So, Dorothy... is she taking good care of you?" Amanda hesitated before asking.
She was majorly assessing if Dorothy had got the flash drive by probing Everett's attitude. She thought that if Dorothy had solid evidence, she would definitely tell Everett and stir trouble between her and her son.
"She's doing great." "Ah, well, | guess there's not much | can say. Your father's running the show now, and I'm stepping back. Just call me if you need anything, and don't forget to send a message every now and then! Everett, no matter what, I'm your mother. You were born after a difficult ten-month pregnancy, and | nearly traded my life for yours. How could | not care for you?" "Sure, | will." After hanging up, Amanda let out a sigh of relief.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIt seemed that Dorothy hadn't found anything yet.
After all, the surveillance footage had been destroyed. Even if Dorothy got the flash drive, it would be empty. What was there to fear? She had been worrying over nothing.
Amanda patted her chest to calm her nerves and called out to the butler, "Come on, let's go out to the driveway and wait for the master. He should be returning soon, right?" "Yes, Mrs. Lopez!" In the hospital, Everett was explaining the latest strategic shifts in the industry to Dorothy.
"By adopting a bank model combining merchant and investment, we can build a better relationship with banks. If we analyze from these angles, namely the factory's construction, production, operational management, employee payroll, as well as mergers and acquisitions, the model will benefit the in-depth collaboration between both parties.” He spoke with authority, while Dorothy listened intently and jotted down notes. Whenever she was confused, she'd look up with a questioning gaze. And like sharing a brain, Everett instantly understood and patiently broke it down for her again.
"Our overseas companies, which are often widespread, can help the group to make the accounts of domestic and international subsidiaries transparent. That can further facilitate direct bank-corporate connectivity and other group management functions.” Dorothy nodded. She couldn't help but be impressed by Everett's intellect.
His ideas were always innovative, meeting company needs while simplifying management.
"So, the Lopez Corporation's next move is to focus more internationally, right?" "That's the general plan. We're not ruling out the possibility of a sudden, favorable overseas opportunity.” Everett glanced at her, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Thinking of leading a project on your own?" "Me?" Dorothy blinked, taken aback, then shook her head. "No, | couldn't possibly lead one."
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