Chapter 224: Fake Message
As Tim lowered his head and nced at the figure, he looked back at Estelle with a hint of
suspicion. “What led to such a significant debt? Well, it doesn’t matter. I made a promise to help
you, and I will keep my word.”
He then turned to Mr. Field and requested, “Please provide me with yourpany’s ount
number. I will repay the debt on Estelle’s behalf.”
Realizing that the situation was about to spiral out of control, Estelle swiftly stood up and pulled Tim
out of the meeting room. As she did so, she urgently stated, “Come with me first. There’s something
I need to tell you.”
“Hey! Estelle, calm down! What are you nning to do to me? I’ve agreed to marry you, but I didn’t
agree to anything else...” Tim eximed, his words trailing off as they left the room.
“Shut up!” Estelle couldn’t help but growl. But soon, she realized that her behavior was
inappropriate, so she turned around and said apologetically to Mr. Field, “I’m sorry, Mr. Field. I have
something urgent to deal with. Please wait a moment. I’ll be back soon.”
With his arms folded, Mr. Field watched them with great interest and said with a chuckle, “It’s okay. I
can wait.”
Realizing that Estelle might be the only one capable of resolving the issue at hand, York chose to
remain silent, refraining from saying anything.
As he watched Estelle and Tim exit the room, a sense of relief washed over him, and he thought to
himself, “As long as Tim is willing to lend a hand, I can avoid going to jail.”
“Mr. Grantham,” Mr. Field suddenly called York.
“What’s the matter, Mr. Field?”
“The person responsible for managing thispany is you, isn’t it?” Mr. Field inquired, his gaze
fixed on York.
Simultaneously, thewyer positioned behind Mr. Field began typing, recording their conversation to
gather potentially useful information for future legal proceedings.
Witnessing this, York grew increasingly anxious and hastily waved his hand, denying the
usation. “No, it’s not me.” Belongs ? to N?velDrama.Org.
Mr. Field appeared unconvinced by York’s response. “It’s not you?” he pressed.
“Well, it is me, but...” York stammered, attempting to exin. “I’m only temporarily managing the
company on behalf of my sister, who is currently ill. Once she recovers, she will resume her role as
the legal representative. After all, myte brother-inw originally founded thepany, and it is
rightfully my sister’s responsibility to oversee it.”
Upon hearing York’s exnation, Mr. Field couldn’t help but burst intoughter, his tone heavy with
sarcasm. “Mr. Grantham, you truly are something,” he remarked.
Unaware that Mr. Field was mocking him, York responded with a smile, saying, “I’m ttered...”
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After leading Tim into a lounge within thepany, Estelle closed the door behind them.
Tim leaned casually against the wall, a yful smile on his lips, and crossed his arms as he gazed
at Estelle.
“Estelle, it’s daytime, so what’s the purpose of bringing me here and locking the door?” he remarked
with a meaningful tone.
“Mr. Roberts, please, let’s be serious,” Estelle retorted, ring at him.
Tim chuckled and shrugged, saying, “I’ve always been serious, haven’t I?”
Estelle took a deep breath and asked, “Why did you suddenlye here?”
“I received the message from you, and then I came here at once.”
“What? I’ve been busy with thepany’s affairs today and didn’t text you at all.”
“You don’t want to admit it?” Tim said as he took out his phone and showed the message to her.
“Look. Wasn’t this message sent by you?”
Estelle then took the phone in confusion. Seeing the cheesy message, she couldn’t help feeling
embarrassed and frowned.
‘Tim, please understand that we shouldn’t continue seeing each other. While you have been kind to
me, we are notpatible. Additionally, I am still unable to let go of Cristofer. He is the father of my
children, and I still have lingering feelings for him. Please refrain from contacting me. Let’s end our
rtionship.’
Clearing his throat, Tim deliberately read the message in a girly voice.
After receiving the message, Tim’s disgust was evident as he shivered and expressed his disbelief,
“You sent me this message as a way to y hard-to-get, didn’t you? Do you im you can’t get
over Cristofer? Come on. How can I possibly believe such a lie? Reba once told me that
sometimes, when a woman says no, she actually means yes. When she says she doesn’t want to
be contacted by a man anymore, it’s just a way to seek reassurance. Estelle, even though I find
appeasing a woman troublesome, I still came here. Are you impressed?”
Shaking her head, Estelle replied firmly, “I did not send that message.”
“What?” Tim checked the sender’s phone number and eximed, “That’s impossible. Look, this is
your phone number.”
Upon carefully examining the phone number, Estelle expressed helplessness, stating, “I genuinely
did not send that message to you.”
She then took out her phone and opened the Messages app to show Tim. “Look, there is no record
of me sending this message whatsoever.”
With a face filled with disbelief, Tim thoroughly checked all the messages on Estelle’s phone and
confirmed that she did not send him the message.
“You truly didn’t text me?” he asked, puzzled by the situation.
“No.”
As realization dawned on Tim, his expression darkened slightly. “Then who could have sent me that
text? They even went as far as faking your phone number and possessing knowledge about both
me and Cristofer. Who could it be?”
“I know exactly who it is,” Estelle sneered, her mind immersed in deep thought.
‘Melody and Gretchen have been under the impression that Mr. Mysterious is Tim,’ Estelle thought
silently.
‘Today, when they heard that I would help solve thepany’s cash flow problem, they must think
that I would ask Mr. Mysterious for help.’
‘Therefore, they resorted to faking my phone number and sending this message to sow discord
between me and Mr. Mysterious.’
‘With calcted intent, they specifically mentioned Cristofer in the message, insinuating that I could
not move on from him. Their aim was to provoke anger in Mr. Mysterious and cause him to withhold
my financial support.
‘Consequently, I would be unable to resolve the issue at hand and gain entry into the board of
directors.’
‘Melody and Gretchen’s cunning tactics are apparent, yet their n is bound to fail as Mr.
Mysterious is not Tim, contrary to their misguided assumption.’
“Estelle, what on earth is happening?” Tim inquired, seeking rity.
Estelle, having gathered her thoughts, regained herposure and responded promptly, “It’s a
complicated story. When my uncle approaches you for moneyter, kindly inform him that you
cannot assist me due to financial constraints.”
Upon hearing this, Tim furrowed his brow and questioned, “So, do you actually need the money or
not?”
“No.”
“But...”
“Let’s talk about itter, Mr. Roberts. Just do as I said.”