Female Novel
Chapter 1620
Ian walked across the lobby, which was empty save for the receptionist manning the front desk.
The receptionist noticed his approaching figure and she had only just greeted him when she stoppedshort as she took in his features. A look of recognition flashed in her eyes, and it was clear that sheknew who he was.
However, he was unfazed as he said, “I’m here to see Sean; I’ve called him in advance.”
Whether or not he had called Sean in advance was actually irrelevant, seeing as the receptionistwouldn’t have stopped him anyway. True enough, she responded hastily from behind the desk, “Alright.You may come in.”
Ian easily made his way up the stairs and headed for Sean’s office. The door was open, but Ianknocked twice as a matter of courtesy.
Sean was going through documents when he heard the knocks and looked up. Perhaps it had beenquite some time since the men last saw each other, but Sean thought Ian was dressed differently nowthan he usually would in the past. He appraised Ian with narrowed eyes and pointed out a couple ofseconds later, “Looks like being a celebrity has changed you. You look and carry yourself like a wholedifferent person.”
Ian ignored this as he pulled out the seat across Sean and asked, “Did I catch you at a bad time?”
With frustration, Sean threw the documents he had been reviewing onto the table and answered, “Seehow I’m the only one running the company now? I barely have the time to breathe.”
A small smirk played on Ian’s lips. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
Sean had always been forthright with his ambitions to claim the company as his own, so much so thathe wanted Ian’s help to kick Simon and Sally out of the company.
It was something Ian thought Sean had wanted all along—to have full control of the family business.
Presently, Sean leaned into his chair and said thoughtfully, “I do want to be in control of everything, butat the same time, I’m hoping that the people I trust will eventually return to lend me a helping hand.” novelbin
Ian chuckled. “You’re not talking about me, are you?”
“I can tell you have no interest in having anything to do with the company, but there was a time when Ithought you could be my right-hand man,” Sean explained frankly. “Now that you’ve chosen anotherpath for yourself, I suppose I can’t persuade you otherwise.”
After a slight hesitation, Ian asked, “How is he? What did the doctor say?”
Sean knew that Ian was asking about Bryce. Sean paused to think for a while before he finallyanswered, “Well, he’s not getting any younger, and with all that has happened of late, it’s only normalthat he can’t cope physically. The doctor recommended that he stay at the hospital to catch up on somemuch needed rest. You know how it is at home; no one will give him the peace and quiet he needs torecover.”
He had as good as told Ian that Bryce was fine. It didn’t matter whether he was telling the truth or not;knowing Sean, he probably didn’t see Ian as a threat, given how Ian had never expressed muchinterest or greed in the family fortune.
Upon hearing the explanation, Ian nodded and said, “I wasn’t sure whether I should visit him at thehospital, but now that I know he’s fine—”
“You should visit him,” Sean said, cutting him off mid-sentence. “You’re back anyway, so it wouldn’t bea good look on you if you don’t drop by to see him.”
Ian was a little taken aback by this. He hadn’t expected Sean to be quite so encouraging.
Sean, on the other hand, merely crossed his legs and placed his hands on top of his knees, lookingrelaxed as he asked, “So, what did your company say about the Internet fiasco?”
“They were wondering whether you could do something about it,” Ian replied straightforwardly.
As if he had already guessed this might happen, Sean smiled and nodded while musing, “What asurprise.”
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Meanwhile, Cindy was scrolling her phone in her bedroom when she heard the sound of the gate beingopened. She knew it couldn’t be Hazel, who was still at her poker game at this hour.
As she set her phone aside, Cindy stood up and headed into the living room, whereupon she saw thatthere were indeed visitors—all of whom were her neighbors.
There were three neighbors who appeared to be chattering happily as they made their way up to thehouse. Cindy hurried over to the door and opened it before she greeted the approaching women, “Mrs.
Bates, Mrs. Ferrell, Mrs. Myers—what brings you all here today? My mom isn’t home at the moment.She’s at a poker game.”
The women chortled. “Oh, we know. We heard that you’re back, so we thought we’d drop by for a visit!”
Now that they had explained themselves, Cindy said nothing more and stepped aside to let them intothe house.
If she had to be honest, she wasn’t particularly familiar with any of these women. After all, she hadspent a number of years studying abroad and hardly ever stayed at home when she subsequentlyjoined the workforce.
However, these three women seemed rather enthusiastic to learn more about Cindy. From the momentthey settled down in the living room, their questions only poured forth like a relentless stream.