Female Novel
Chapter 147
I frowned upon hearing his words and asked, "Why? How long was it shut down?"
Perhaps he was bored from guarding there alone because he answered me in detail even though he
didn't know me, "It's been around six months. Someone died here, and the higher-ups were afraid that
it might cause more problems, so they decided to shut it down."
"When did it happen?" I asked further.
"It was around the end of last year," he looked at me and said, "Young lady, you aren't from this area,
are you? That Mr. Shelley even came here and said that this place doesn't bring profit and that since
someone died here, he suggested shutting it down temporarily while waiting for things to die down."
Mr. Shelley?
Austin?
He was the one in charge of Advancer Tech before, but he hadn't reported the accident to the
company. Moreover, this site was profiting for the past few months. Although the profit earned wasn't
much, it was still a considerable amount. How did Austin manage to do so when the site had already
been shut down for six months?
I asked the security guard a few more simple questions. Since I wasn't allowed to enter the site, I didn't
insist and returned to the company. I then proceeded to look back at the details of the financial reports
and documents of the past six months for the southern district branches.
I was getting more concerned as to why Austin covered up the accident instead of reporting it to thenovelbin
company. I also needed to figure out where the profit of the southern district for the previous six months
came from.
It would be impossible for the southern district to bring in profit seeing that the site wasn't in operation.
There were too many questions that could never be answered in such a short time. I would have to wait
for Hendrix's involvement.
It was already afternoon once I wrapped up my work. Since Andrea was most probably at the hospital, I
didn't want to visit Hendrix, but I didn't want to head back home either.
Subconsciously, I took out my phone to call Monique.
However, to my surprise, there were at least fifty missed calls from Hendrix.
"What happened? Why did he call me so many times?" I wondered.
After some thought, I decided to return his call, and I only had to wait for a little for it to be connected.
"Where are you?" He spoke before I could say anything. His tone was cold, indicating that he was in a
bad mood.
I said calmly while tidying up my desk, "I'm at the company. Why did you call me?"
"Arianna," He sounded tight, probably frustrated at my indifference, "Shouldn't you be taking care of
your husband when he's at the hospital?"
"Isn't Miss Burton there?" I asked as I carried my bag and was ready to leave the office.
"She's not my wife!" he bellowed.
"Well, the mistress can do what a wife does too," I replied.
I knew Hendrix would be mad, but I didn't care. I was only stating the fact.
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. He was probably suppressing his anger,
then he asked, "Arianna, are you jealous?"
I smiled lightly and replied directly, "Yes, I am."
I heard him chuckled, and then he spoke in his usual deep voice, "Come and have dinner with me. I
had people make your favorite dish."
"No, thanks. I'm meeting with someone tonight." I declined as I was already planning to ask Monique
out.
"With who?" he asked.
"Is there anything else? If no, I'll hang up." I said, slightly annoyed.
"I'll give you half an hour. If you don't come over by then, I'll come to pick you up myself!" He said
sternly with a hint of threatening.
"Sure, Mr. Roberts. Do whatever you want!" I retorted.
My head had started to ache, so I hung up the phone. I called Monique when I got into the car, but she
didn't answer the phone.
I called a few times more, but still, I couldn't reach her.
Instead, an unknown number dialed in. I froze for a moment before picking it up, ''Hello."
"Arianna, how have you been these past few days?" A man's voice could be heard from the other end
of the line.
I froze. It was Aaron!
My headache worsened in an instant. So I pinched my palm to keep myself grounded, and I asked,
"What is it?"
"I miss you!" He sounded sinister and arrogant as usual.