Chapter 302 A Change In Style
Yvonne hadn''t expected him to make such a shameless request and was very angry. Her little face
puffed up. "I don''t think much about it. Mr. Taylor, don''t you think you''re out of line?"
"Is it too much to fight for what you want?" Elliot snorted unconcernedly.
Yvonne squeezed her palms. "I''m sorry Mr. Taylor, but your offer is off the table."
"So, you don''t want to know who Jacqueline''s sister really is?" Elliot narrowed his eyes.
Yvonneughed in exasperation. "If I have to sell myself out just to get that information. No way. I
will b e disgusted with myself. Since you won''t tell me, I''ll take my leave, Mr. Taylor. I''m sure I can
find that information without you. After all, there''s no shortage of detective agencies anywhere."
After she said that, she turned to leave.
Elliot, however, suddenly held her hand,. "Wait a minute."
Yvonne frowned, "Mr. Taylor, what else do you need?"
"You''re pretty stubborn." Elliot let go of her hand and suddenlyughed bitterly.
Yvonne wondered what he was up to and got a little impatient. "Mr. Taylor..."
"Alright, fine." Elliot lifted his hands and quickly interrupted her. "Fine, I''ll tell you the truth. I have my
own reasons so I can''t tell you the identity of Jacqueline''s sister directly. However, I can give you a
direction to work on. Shane Summers."
"Shane?" Yvonne cocked her head to a side confoundedly. "What has this got to do with him?"
"This definitely involves him because he''s the first one among us to find out that Jacqueline has a
sister. However, I doubt he''ll tell you anything since she isn''t any average person." As Elliot spoke,
he fixed his eyes on Yvonne''s face thoughtfully.
Yvonne felt slightly creeped out by the way Elliot looked at her. It made her ufortable but she
also had a strange feeling.
"So what if she isn''t the average person? Why are you looking at me?" Yvonne touched her face,
finding Elliot''s behavior very baffling.
Something shed in Elliot''s eyes. Heughed," Nothing. Do you remember what I said just now?"
Yvonne nodded.
"Since you''ve already taken note of that, it''s up to you whether you want to investigate it yourself or
ask Shane Summers. It''s up to you. But I''ll rmend you to investigate that lead yourself
because the oue might shock you more if you hear it from another person. There''s one more
thing." Elliot looked at the watch on his wrist.
"What is it?" Yvonne waited for him to answer.
Elliot shook his index finger, tellingly, "Next time, if you want my hair, you can just tell me.
Considering how I feel about you, why would I refuse?"
"You..." Yvonne stared at him wide-eyed. "You found out?"
"This is my territory. Do you think you can hide anything from me here?" Elliot smiled.
Yvonne lowered her head awkwardly. "I''m sorry, I..."
"Alright, if there isn''t anything else, you should leave since I''m going out now. Of course, if you hate
to part with me here, you cane along. Why don''t I take you on a ride?” Elliot winked at her.
Yvonne''s face turned ck. "That’s unnecessary. I''m sorry to take so much of your time, Mr. Taylor.
I''ll leave now.”
Yvonne gave Elliot a slight bow and left.
Click. The door to his vi closed once more. His jocr expression on his face gradually faded-it
was reced with a frigid coldness.
Holding back her fear toward him, his helper walked t o his side. “Sir, that time regarding your
hair..."
"Don''t let it happen again!" Elliot spat icily.
The woman shuddered and quickly agreed. "Yes. I know I was wrong. It won''t happen again.”
"Fortunately, I came back early that day. Otherwise, you would''ve ruined my ns.” Elliot red at
her. 1
The middle-aged woman shrunk backward, afraid to say another word.
Elliot shifted his gaze away, "Spread the word about Yvonne personallying to my vi to look
for me. I want Henry to know."
"Yes." The helper quickly did as she was told.
After half an hour, Joe was already telling Henry about Yvonne’s visit to Elliot''s vi.
When Henry heard this, he tapped the cold surface of his work desk a few times. "Why is she
looking for Elliot?"
"I don’t know. I saw someone in the vi group chat mentioning it, so I came to report this to you."
Joe waved his mobile phone.
Henry pursed his thin lips-he was disgruntled.
Seeing his reaction, Joe suggested, "Mr. Lancaster, why don’t you ask your wife?"
Henry lowered his eyes. "It’s unnecessary, so this can wait till tonight. How is the new secret item
coming along?"
Now that their conversation was back to business, Joe straightened his back and replied with all
seriousness, "There is no progress. After all, for us topletely get rid of the old secrets, we need
to have a breakthrough. However, this can''t be aplished in such a short amount of time, so..."
"You have to hurry up," Henry massaged his be wearily as he interrupted Joe. "Or those
people working in the background will start making their movies." 1
"Yes." Joe nodded.
Noticing that Joe had not left, Henry looked at him with narrowed eyes. “Is there anything else?"
"Miss Jacqueline wants to set up an appointment with you," Joe said hesitantly after a few seconds.
Henry’s brows furrowed. "When did this happen?"
"An hour ago. I didn’t n to tell you, but she just wouldn’t leave." Joe shrugged with a difficult
smile.
Henry contemted for a moment. "Did she say anything?"
"No, she didn’t. But she cried when she came." Joe recalled Jacqueline''s situation when he saw
her.
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"Cried?” Henry scorned. “She probably quarreled with Liam. Go. Ask her to leave. Tell her there is
no need for me to see her unless she wants to say where Dominic i s."
"Okay," Joe answered.
After he left, Henry picked up his pen and started to work.
In the afternoon, he nced at the time in the lower right corner of hisputer screen and
remembered that he had to return to the family residence in the evening. He got up and left the
office without any further dy.
When he returned to the vi, it was already an hourter.
Yvonne was surprised that Henry came back at this time. While she helped him pick up his
briefcase, she couldn''t help remarking, "You''re back early today."
He usually came back just before dinner time.
If he came back at this time, he probably left work early.
"I came back to pick you up before we go to the family residence," Henry replied. He headed for the
living room after he changed out of his shoes.
Yvonne followed behind him thoughtlessly. "I thought you were going straight to the family
residence."
"Go and change your outfit," Henry reminded her.
Yvonne looked down at what she was wearing-it was too homely, so it wasn''t suitable for dinner at
the family residence. She acknowledged it and darted upstairs.
Henry sat on the sofa in the living room, drinking tea while he waited for her.
After he waited for about ten minutes, Yvonne came downstairs.
Henry took a nce at her long dress and coat. The outfit coupled with her small, pristine face
made her look elegant and innocent.
"You..." Henry narrowed his eyes and only said a single word.
Yvonne tilted her head to look at him. "What''s wrong?"
"It''s nothing. This outfit suits you." Henry gave her a rarepliment.
He also realized now that this woman''s dressing style had changed a lottelypared to before.
In the past, whether it was her clothes, shoes, or hairstyle, she was no different from a new college
student. Her style was nd and tasteless.
But now, there was finally a hint of maturity in her style.
Yvonne smiled at the man''spliments and her eyes curved into two crescent moons. "Thank
you."
"Dress like this from now on." Henry lifted his hand and tidied her bangs on her forehead.
Yvonne nodded repeatedly, "Okay."
"Let''s go." Henry put his hand down and walked out of the vi leading the way.
In the car, Yvonne was buckling her seatbelt as Henry started the car. Suddenly, he asked, "I heard
you went t o see Elliot this morning?"