After a long, tense silence, Wyatt finally spoke, T’m sorry.”
Theodore’s face remained a mask of cold indifference as he coldly replied, “I don’t need an apology. Just do me a favor. Find Reba and exin everything to her,
Wyatt was taken aback, his eyes widening in shock. He hesitated his voice slightly trembling as he said, “But… J might still have the photos of my sister. Theodore’s frown deepened at Wyatt’s words, a flicker of irritation crossing his features, Wyatt sighed and exined, “Even though J promised to delete the photos when I agreed to help her, she did show me that she deleted them. You know J’s character, Theodore. She’s not trustworthy. She could have easily made backups. somewhere else. I can’t risk my sister’s future on a gamble. I’m sorry. Wyatt looked away guiltily. He was painfully aware that he was letting Theodore down, but he could not do what Theodore had asked. Wyatt could not risk L’s future <b>for </b><b>a </b>friend. Even though L was not innocent, she <b>was </b>his <b>sister</b>, and he had to protect her above all else.
The mention of J stirred a deep–seated irritation in Theodore. It was always J who caused problems. The thought of her made his frustration boil over. He could not help but wish that J had met a tragic fate long ago to spare him the endlessplications she had brought.
The conversation ended on a sour note. After Theodore left, Theodore and Wyatt were no longer friends. Despite Wyatt’s exnations, the damage was permanent and irreparable, and Theodore could not bring himself to forgive him.
Fully aware that their friendship was over, Wyatt felt its finality. They could never return to the closeness they once shared. However, from that day on, the heavy burden on his heart lifted slightly. He knew <b>that </b>Theodore now understood that misunderstandings marred the past, and he realized that the faulty primarily with him.
At Carter Vi, after Stacey finished taking care of Lillian and Kevin for the night, she proposed to Patrick that she join him at thepany the next day. Patrick’s eyes immediately lit up with excitement when he heard Stacey. “Really? Becky, you want toe to thepany with me?” he said, surprised.
Stacey nodded and replied, “Yes”
“Fantastic! In that case,e with me today. <b>I </b>will introduce you to everyone at Hoggard Technologies, Patrick said, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. His posture straightened with a newfound energy, and he seemed more motivated <b>than </b>he had been in a long time. Debra, who had been watching froma nearby chair, was speechless.
<b>Patrick </b>was genuinely happy. He had dedicated many years to thepany, and as it grew, so did his responsibilities. Patrick had be busier and spent less time with Debra, which was challenging for both. He had always envisioned a future where his sons would eventually take over the family business, allowing him and Debra to <b>retire </b>and explore the world together. However, none of his sons showed any interest in inheriting the family business, which Patrick found frustrating and disappointing. Fortunately, Becky had a different perspective. There <b>was </b>amon saying that daughters were their fathers‘ little angels, which was undeniably true in Becky’s case. Patrick was deeply grateful for his little angel
“Debra, I am taking Becky to thepany today. Please look after Lily and Kev at home while we are gone. Patrick said, his tone filled with happiness.
“Go ahead, but remember to take good care of Becky, Debra advised, her voice carrying a motherly concern.
“Of course!” Patrick replied eagerly. Stacey, seeing Patrick’s joy, felt <b>a </b>sense of happiness. They left the vi together and got into the car. After <b>a </b>short drive, they arrived in the vibrant heart of <b>Hivalis</b>, where Carter’s Jewel headquarters stood tall amidst the hustle and bustle of the city.
Carter’s Jewel headquarters upied an impressive 33-story building. The first floor housed a standard jewelry store. The second floor was dedicated to thepany’s regr employees, featuring an array of offices and a spacious lounge. The third floor was a warehouse, storing countless valuable items from Carter’s Jewel’s extensive inventory Floors four, five, and six were dedicated to thepany’s designers, each divided into various work areas. The fourth floor was for regr designers. That floor resembled arge office space, with many designers working together in open–n offices. The fifth
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floor was designated for senior designers and featured 64 individual offices, each providing a private workspace for the experienced designers. On the other hand, the sixth floor was reserved exclusively for Carter’s Jewel’s top jewelry designers – those world–renowned for their unparalleled expertise. Despite its expansiveyout, the sixth floor was only divided into three sections, each dedicated to one of those top designers.
Patrick took Stacey to meet the three top designers: Linda Steinfeld, Bernard Spielberg, and Thomas Burtman. Everyone smiled during their first official meeting, but Stacey sensed the designers‘ curiosity and wariness toward her. Patrick continued the tour after leaving the sixth floor, leading Stacey through the other building floors. They saw many raw stones and met numerous buyers and business owners. Many of those owners smiled and greeted Patrick and Stacey warmly when they entered.
“This must be Becky. Congrattions on finding your daughter, Mr. Carter, Henry Brown said warmly.
Patrick smiled back, his pride evident. “Yes, this is Becky, my daughter,” he said. He continued with the introductions by saying, “Becky, meet Henry Brown. You can call him Mr. Brown. He’s a regr customer here and <b>loves </b>to buy our raw stones. In addition to Henry, they met several other esteemed customers, including n Davis, Lucas Wilson, and Caleb Harris. Patrick kept smiling, enthusiastically introducing Stacey to each one and examining raw stones with them
Stacey felt a mixture of exhaustion and awe at the end of the day. It was not easy running a business. Patrick was truly impressive, maintaining friendships with so many customers, always cheerful, and sessfully selling raw stones regardless of whether the customers won or lost. As long as their raw stones were sold, it was all profit.
After a busy day, as the afternoon was winding down, Stacey asked, “Dad, can I ess the <b>building’s </b>surveince footage?”
“Surveince? Did you lose something?” Patrick asked. He was stunned and slightly puzzled, worried Stacey might have lost something important.
Stacey shook her head and replied, “No, it’s just that I met so many people today, and I can’t remember them all. I want to <b>go </b>through the footage <b>to </b>remember everyone.”
Patrickughed and nodded. “Sure, no problem<b>,</b>” he said.N?velDrama.Org holds text ? rights.