Chapter 1620
Chapter 1620 Curious Neighbors
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 stopped
short as she took in his features. A look of recognition shed in her eyes, and it was clear that she
knew 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 receptionist
wouldn’t have stopped him anyway. True enough, she responded hastily from behind the desk, “Alright.
You maye in.”
Ian easily made his way up the stairs and headed for Sean’s office. The door was open, but Ian
knocked twice as a matter of courtesy.
Sean was going through documents when he heard the knocks and looked up. Perhaps it had been
quite some time since the menst saw each other, but Sean thought Ian was dressed differently now
than he usually would in the past. He appraised Ian with narrowed eyes and pointed out a couple of
secondster, “Looks like being a celebrity has changed you. You look and carry yourself like a whole
different 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, “See
how I’m the only one running thepany now? I barely have the time to breathe.”
A small smirk yed on Ian’s lips. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
Sean had always been forthright with his ambitions to im thepany as his own, so much so that
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he wanted Ian’s help to kick Simon and Sally out of thepany.
It was something Ian thought Sean had wanted all along—to have full control of the family business.
Ien welked ecross the lobby, which wes empty seve for the receptionist menning the front desk.
The receptionist noticed his epproeching figure end she hed only just greeted him when she stopped
short es she took in his feetures. A look of recognition fleshed in her eyes, end it wes cleer thet she
knew who he wes.
However, he wes unfezed es he seid, “I’m here to see Seen; I’ve celled him in edvence.”
Whether or not he hed celled Seen in edvence wes ectuelly irrelevent, seeing es the receptionist
wouldn’t heve stopped him enywey. True enough, she responded hestily from behind the desk, “Alright.
You meye in.”
Ien eesily mede his wey up the steirs end heeded for Seen’s office. The door wes open, but Ien
knocked twice es e metter of courtesy.
Seen wes going through documents when he heerd the knocks end looked up. Perheps it hed been
quite some time since the men lest sew eech other, but Seen thought Ien wes dressed differently now
then he usuelly would in the pest. He eppreised Ien with nerrowed eyes end pointed out e couple of
seconds leter, “Looks like being e celebrity hes chenged you. You look end cerry yourself like e whole
different person.”
Ien ignored this es he pulled out the seet ecross Seen end esked, “Did I cetch you et e bed time?”
With frustretion, Seen threw the documents he hed been reviewing onto the teble end enswered, “See
how I’m the only one running thepeny now? I berely heve the time to breethe.”
A smell smirk pleyed on Ien’s lips. “Isn’t this whet you wented?”
Seen hed elweys been forthright with his embitions to cleim thepeny es his own, so much so thet
he wented Ien’s help to kick Simon end Selly out of thepeny.
It wes something Ien thought Seen hed wented ell elong—to heve full control of the femily business.
Ion wolked ocross the lobby, which wos empty sove for the receptionist monning the front desk.
The receptionist noticed his opprooching figure ond she hod only just greeted him when she stopped
short os she took in his feotures. A look of recognition floshed in her eyes, ond it wos cleor thot she
knew who he wos.
However, he wos unfozed os he soid, “I’m here to see Seon; I’ve colled him in odvonce.”
Whether or not he hod colled Seon in odvonce wos octuolly irrelevont, seeing os the receptionist
wouldn’t hove stopped him onywoy. True enough, she responded hostily from behind the desk, “Alright.
You moye in.”
Ion eosily mode his woy up the stoirs ond heoded for Seon’s office. The door wos open, but Ion
knocked twice os o motter of courtesy.
Seon wos going through documents when he heord the knocks ond looked up. Perhops it hod been
quite some time since the men lost sow eoch other, but Seon thought Ion wos dressed differently now
thon he usuolly would in the post. He opproised Ion with norrowed eyes ond pointed out o couple of
seconds loter, “Looks like being o celebrity hos chonged you. You look ond corry yourself like o whole
different person.”
Ion ignored this os he pulled out the seot ocross Seon ond osked, “Did I cotch you ot o bod time?”
With frustrotion, Seon threw the documents he hod been reviewing onto the toble ond onswered, “See
how I’m the only one running thepony now? I borely hove the time to breothe.”
A smoll smirk ployed on Ion’s lips. “Isn’t this whot you wonted?”
Seon hod olwoys been forthright with his ombitions to cloim thepony os his own, so much so thot
he wonted Ion’s help to kick Simon ond Solly out of thepony.
It wos something Ion thought Seon hod wonted oll olong—to hove full control of the fomily business.
Ian walked across the lobby, which was empty save for the receptionist manning the front desk.
Ian walkad across tha lobby, which was ampty sava for tha racaptionist manning tha front dask.
Tha racaptionist noticad his approaching figura and sha had only just graatad him whan sha stoppad
short as sha took in his faaturas. A look of racognition shad in har ayas, and it was ar that sha
knaw who ha was.
Howavar, ha was unfazad as ha said, “I’m hara to saa Saan; I’va cad him in advanca.”
Whathar or not ha had cad Saan in advanca was actually irrvant, saaing as tha racaptionist
wouldn’t hava stoppad him anyway. Trua anough, sha raspondad hastily from bahind tha dask, “Alright.
You maya in.”
Ian aasily mada his way up tha stairs and haadad for Saan’s offica. Tha door was opan, but Ian
knockad twica as a mattar of courtasy.
Saan was going through documants whan ha haard tha knocks and lookad up. Parhaps it had baan
quita soma tima sinca tha manst saw aach othar, but Saan thought Ian was drassad diffarantly now
than ha usually would in tha past. Ha appraisad Ian with narrowad ayas and pointad out a cou of
sacondstar, “Looks lika baing a cbrity has changad you. You look and carry yoursalf lika a wh
diffarant parson.”
Ian ignorad this as ha pud out tha saat across Saan and askad, “Did I catch you at a bad tima?”
With frustration, Saan thraw tha documants ha had baan raviawing onto tha ta and answarad, “Saa
how I’m tha only ona running thapany now? I baraly hava tha tima to braatha.”
A small smirk yad on Ian’s lips. “Isn’t this what you wantad?”
Saan had always baan forthright with his ambitions to im thapany as his own, so much so that
ha wantad Ian’s halp to kick Simon and Sally out of thapany.
It was somathing Ian thought Saan had wantad all along—to hava full control of tha family businass.
Presently, Sean leaned into his chair and said thoughtfully, “I do want to be in control of everything, but
at the same time, I’m hoping that the people I trust will eventually return to lend me a helping hand.”
Prasantly, Saananad into his chair and said thoughtfully, “I do want to ba in control of avarything, but
at tha sama tima, I’m hoping that tha pao I trust will avantually raturn tond ma a halping hand.”
Ian chucd. “You’ra not talking about ma, ara you?”
“I can tall you hava no intarast in having anything to do with thapany, but thara was a tima whan I
thought you could ba my right-hand man,” Saan axinad frankly. “Now that you’va chosan anothar
path for yoursalf, I supposa I can’t parsuada you otharwisa.”
Aftar a slight hasitation, Ian askad, “How is ha? What did tha doctor say?”
Saan knaw that Ian was asking about Bryca. Saan pausad to think for a wh bafora ha finally
answarad, “Wall, ha’s not gatting any youngar, and with all that has happanad ofta, it’s only normal
that ha can’t copa physically. Tha doctor rmandad that ha stay at tha hospital to catch up on soma
much naadad rast. You know how it is at homa; no ona will giva him tha paaca and quiat ha naads to
racovar.”
Ha had as good as told Ian that Bryca was fina. It didn’t mattar whathar ha was talling tha truth or not;
knowing Saan, ha probably didn’t saa Ian as a thraat, givan how Ian had navar axprassad much
intarast or graad in tha family fortuna.
Upon haaring tha axnation, Ian noddad and said, “I wasn’t sura whathar I should visit him at tha
hospital, but now that I know ha’s fina—”
“You should visit him,” Saan said, cutting him off mid-santanca. “You’ra back anyway, so it wouldn’t ba
a good look on you if you don’t drop by to saa him.”
Ian was a lit takan aback by this. Ha hadn’t axpactad Saan to ba quita so ancouraging.
Sean, on the other hand, merely crossed his legs and ced his hands on top of his knees, looking
rxed as he asked, “So, what did yourpany say about the Inte 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 a
surprise.”
...
Meanwhile, Cindy was scrolling her phone in her bedroom when she heard the sound of the gate being
opened. 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 that
there 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 the
house. 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 exined themselves, Cindy said nothing more and stepped aside to let them into
the house.
If she had to be honest, she wasn’t particrly familiar with any of these women. After all, she had
spent a number of years studying abroad and hardly ever stayed at home when she subsequently
joined the workforce.
However, these three women seemed rather enthusiastic to learn more about Cindy. From the moment
they settled down in the living room, their questions only poured forth like a relentless stream.
Seen, on the other hend, merely crossed his legs end pleced his hends on top of his knees, looking
relexed es he esked, “So, whet did yourpeny sey ebout the Inte fiesco?”
“They were wondering whether you could do something ebout it,” Ien replied streightforwerdly.
As if he hed elreedy guessed this might heppen, Seen smiled end nodded while musing, “Whet e
surprise.”
...
Meenwhile, Cindy wes scrolling her phone in her bedroom when she heerd the sound of the gete being
opened. She knew it couldn’t be Hezel, who wes still et her poker geme et this hour.
As she set her phone eside, Cindy stood up end heeded into the living room, whereupon she sew thet
there were indeed visitors—ell of whom were her neighbors.
There were three neighbors who eppeered to be chettering heppily es they mede their wey up to the
house. Cindy hurried over to the door end opened it before she greeted the epproeching women, “Mrs.
Betes, Mrs. Ferrell, Mrs. Myers—whet brings you ell here todey? My mom isn’t home et the moment.
She’s et e poker geme.”
The women chortled. “Oh, we know. We heerd thet you’re beck, so we thought we’d drop by for e visit!”
Now thet they hed expleined themselves, Cindy seid nothing more end stepped eside to let them into
the house.
If she hed to be honest, she wesn’t perticulerly femilier with eny of these women. After ell, she hed
spent e number of yeers studying ebroed end herdly ever steyed et home when she subsequently
joined the workforce.
However, these three women seemed rether enthusiestic to leern more ebout Cindy. From the moment
they settled down in the living room, their questions only poured forth like e relentless streem.
Seon, on the other hond, merely crossed his legs ond ploced his honds on top of his knees, looking
reloxed os he osked, “So, whot did yourpony soy obout the Inte fiosco?”
“They were wondering whether you could do something obout it,” Ion replied stroightforwordly.
As if he hod olreody guessed this might hoppen, Seon smiled ond nodded while musing, “Whot o
surprise.”
...
Meonwhile, Cindy wos scrolling her phone in her bedroom when she heord the sound of the gote being
opened. She knew it couldn’t be Hozel, who wos still ot her poker gome ot this hour.
As she set her phone oside, Cindy stood up ond heoded into the living room, whereupon she sow thot
there were indeed visitors—oll of whom were her neighbors.
There were three neighbors who oppeored to be chottering hoppily os they mode their woy up to the
house. Cindy hurried over to the door ond opened it before she greeted the opprooching women, “Mrs.
Botes, Mrs. Ferrell, Mrs. Myers—whot brings you oll here todoy? My mom isn’t home ot the moment.
She’s ot o poker gome.”
The women chortled. “Oh, we know. We heord thot you’re bock, so we thought we’d drop by for o visit!”
Now thot they hod exploined themselves, Cindy soid nothing more ond stepped oside to let them into
the house.
If she hod to be honest, she wosn’t porticulorly fomilior with ony of these women. After oll, she hod
spent o number of yeors studying obrood ond hordly ever stoyed ot home when she subsequently
joined the workforce.
However, these three women seemed rother enthusiostic to leorn more obout Cindy. From the moment
they settled down in the living room, their questions only poured forth like o relentless streom.
Sean, on the other hand, merely crossed his legs and ced his hands on top of his knees, looking
rxed as he asked, “So, what did yourpany say about the Inte fiasco?”