Chapter 1511


    He gave ric''s shoulder a gentle pat.


    ric''s gaze, previously fixed in a serious stare at Hertha, shifted away as he let out a sigh of


    frustration, "Weren''t we here to discuss the design proposal with Donovan? The horseback riding


    can wait. Let''s focus on work first."


    Thssa remained silent, her suspicions confirmed - Ethan and ric were indeed the buyers this


    time.


    Hertha, too, had an ''aha'' moment, gasping in surprise. Her widened eyes darted between ric and


    Ethan constantly.


    Catching on to her train of thought, Ethan said with a smile, "ric is the director of Crawley


    Jewelry''s development. He has the final say on the design proposals."


    With those words, Hertha''s attention snapped back to ric, noticing his now stern, slightly


    annoyed expression.


    Her heart was beating like a drum. Crap, she thought, she’d mess this one up again.


    Earlier, she had tried to reassure Thssa, saying losing a job wasn''t the end of the world - they


    could always find another. But deep down, she knew that finding another job in jewelry design


    wasn''t that simple. Besides, her family''s expenses were high, and without any savings, she couldn''t


    afford to be unemployed, not even for a little while.


    Losing her job meant she couldn''t even pay Bridget''s sry, let alone afford form for the kids.


    Looking at ric, she quickly changed her expression to one of eagerness, stepping forward and


    saying to him, "Mr. Falconer, you must be exhausted. Want me to rub your shoulders?" she said as


    she was already rubbing gently for his shoulders.


    ric nced at her feigned enthusiasm, puzzled by her sudden eagerness. He gently pushed her


    hands away, saying, "Keep your distance. I wouldn''t want your ''brilliant'' ideas sshing over to me."


    With that, he turned and headed towards the lounge area.


    Hertha paused but quickly realized this might not be the end of it.


    ric''s willingness to joke meant he wasn''t truly mad. Perhaps there was still a chance to make


    amends.


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    "Mr. Falconer, wait up," she called, following him.


    Thssa and Donovan trailed behind.


    Upon reaching the lounge area, Hertha was all over the ce, wiping down a chair for ric. Once


    it was clean, she said in a servile tone, "Mr. Falconer, please, take a seat. Can I get you some


    juice?"


    ric gave her a look, questioning, "What happened to your earlier confidence?


    "Well, you were just having a bad dream before, Mr. Falconer. Now we''re back to reality. How about


    some apple juice?" Hertha replied, her smile pleasing.


    Ethan couldn''t stand it any longer and interjected, "Ms. Kensington, I''m the boss here. Are you sure


    you''re sucking up to the right person?"


    "But didn''t you say ric has the final say on the design proposal?" Hertha didn''t hold back her


    response to Ethan.


    "Who said the design proposal was going to Crawley Group?" From behind, a confident voice


    chimed in.


    Everyone turned towards the source of the voice, only to see a man pushing a wheelchair forward


    with a person seated in it, whose chiseled face was exuding an aura of nobility and grace.


    Lysander had arrived!