Chapter 1491


    This time, ric was determined not to go back.


    With nowhere to stay, he gave his good friend Ethan a call.


    Ethan took him in.


    Upon learning that he had run away from home with his bank ount frozen, Ethan pped him on


    the shoulder and said, “How about youe work at mypany? I can pay you a sry every


    month. It won''t make you rich, but hey, you won''t starve.”


    He said it in jest.


    “Alright, just set me up with a job, and I''ll start tomorrow,” ric immediately responded.


    “You serious about working at my ce?” Ethan was surprised. It was just a joke, but ric took it


    seriously.


    ric was the scion of the Falconer Group, once a vice president. For someone who had lived in


    luxury his whole life, was he really ready to settle for a minor position?


    “What, you think I was joking?” ric asked Ethan seriously.


    In ric’s eyes, Ethan saw not the flirtatiousness one might expect but a calm, stillke. Ethan


    knew then that ric meant business. As friends, Ethan certainly couldn''t let ric starve.


    “It just so happens we''reunching a new jewelry line, and the team''s all green. They could use a


    project manager. You start tomorrow,” Ethan said.


    “Aren''t you worried about your team taking issue with me parachuting in as manager?” ric asked.N?velDrama.Org content rights.


    “Ha, with the Falconer Group''s VP stepping in to manage our little project, who''din? They


    should be thankful I''m not used of wasting talent,” Ethan quipped.


    ric just smiled, saying nothing.


    ...


    A monthter.


    Thssa took over the iplete jewelry design project from Hertha and finished the design within


    a month. Thepany was thrilled with Thssa''s designs, attracting bids from threepeting


    firms.


    The design department manager asked Thssa to meet with the firstpany''s representative to


    discuss the design concept, hoping to spark their interest in purchasing.


    At seven in the evening, Thssa arrived at the designated restaurant. Thepany


    representative hadn''t arrived yet, so she waited at a table by the window.


    About ten minutester, a rugged male voice said, “Thssa, is that you?”


    Turning around, Thssa saw a man in a navy-blue suit. His physique was robust, evidence of


    regr workouts, and a neatly trimmed mustache sat above his lips, his thick eyebrows adding to


    his masculine aura.


    Thssa recognized him immediately - Joshua''s son, Reginald Whitman, her half-brother! It had


    been three years since theyst met.


    Thssa was surprised. “Mr. Whitman, what are you doing here?”


    “Calling me Mr. Whitman feels so formal. Just call me Reginald,” he said casually, taking a seat


    opposite her.


    “I was here to meet with a jewelry designer about a project. I didn’t expect to find you sitting here.


    Could it be that you''re the designer?” Reginald asked, setting his briefcase down, his tone even.


    Thssa replied, a bit lost, “The main designer is my best friend. She got injured, so I''m here to


    present the design concept on her behalf.”


    “Reginald, why didn’t you wait for me?” Another man approached them just as Thssa finished


    speaking.