She suddenly sat up, threw off the covers, slipped on her slippers, and went to open the door. The moment the door opened, her disheveled hair and bare face came into Finn Morgan’s view. The man wasn’t surprised, he just calmly asked, "Are you not getting up yet?" Hailey Hale couldn’t even open her eyes, turned back to the bed after opening the door, casually pulled over the quilt to wrap her body, and mumbled, "I don’t have to work, right? Why get up so early?" Finn Morgan stood at the door looking at her, without urging her. He went in, grabbed the keys, "Then I’m off to work. Remember to lock the door when you leave, and put the sheets and covers in the washing machine." With that, he left, and she didn’t even listen, lying back on the bed and fell asleep right after answering him. Finn Morgan drove to the company; he hadn’t slept well last night, the sofa was too hard, making his back ache. On the bus, Barbara Sutton sat by the window, recalling what Monica Usher had just told her. Suddenly she felt something was off— "Barbara, don’t come by anymore, I’m not living here." She calmly drank her water, "I’m going abroad for a while, I’ve sold the apartment." But does she have any family overseas? Barbara Sutton remembered she didn’t have any. In reflection, she felt like Monica was saying goodbye. Oh my God, is she thinking of doing something reckless, like suicide? She hurriedly picked up her phone to call Monica Usher, but it couldn’t connect. Barbara Sutton was worried about her, her thoughts were a bit chaotic. At the intersection with traffic lights ahead, the bus stopped, and she inadvertently turned her gaze out the window. A white Maybach happened to stop in the lane beside. From her angle, she could clearly see Finn Morgan in the driver’s seat. That side profile was so gentle, still the look that made her heart flutter, even though she saw a girl getting into his car last night, Barbara Sutton couldn’t help her feelings for him. Her heart unknowingly sped up, she felt a bit happy, also a bit disappointed. Was that girl his fiancée? Or... just a common friend? The green light came on, the Maybach quickly moved forward, and Finn Morgan disappeared from sight. On her way to the company, Barbara Sutton pondered a question. Should she take the opportunity to add his WeChat while she had a bit more interaction with Finn Morgan before CEO Kingston arrived? ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel⁂fire.net Through his Moments, perhaps she could learn about his true relationship status. Barbara Sutton was insistent about whether Finn Morgan had a fiancée; she really wanted to find out. Morning, at R-Alan Group. The president’s office was luxurious, with every corner plated with gold and silver, radiating brightly. Lydia Ingram, over fifty, sat in the office chair, unable to suppress the smile on her lips. Her subordinates had secured Monica Usher last night; it was indeed the greatest joy for R-Alan Group in recent times. She was so excited she couldn’t sleep all night. Soon, five subordinates knocked and entered with a contract. "Good morning, President Ingram!" They stood in front of the desk, one of them handing over the signed contract to her. Lydia Ingram accepted it with a smile, quickly tearing open the envelope to extract and open the contract, her eyes falling on the signature line, her smile froze, and her expression turned cold. The five of them looked at the president’s face, utterly baffled. Lydia Ingram stared at the blank signature line, raised her eyes, and questioned, "What does this mean? Who are you trying to fool?!" "President Ingram, what... what happened?" The subordinates were anxious, genuinely puzzled. "What happened?! Are you blind?!" The man slammed the table and threw the contract at them, "Where’s the signature? Where was it signed?!" The subordinates caught the contract that almost fell after hitting their chests, trembling fingers flipping it open swiftly, the others gathered around, finding the space where Monica Usher was supposed to sign, completely blank!