The always punctual Lydia Ingram had already returned to her villa. Standing by the window in the living room, smoking a cigar, she narrowed her eyes, "Isn’t this victory party scheduled too early? Are you sure you got it right?" "Absolutely, there’s no mistake," the other party replied confidently. "..." Lydia Ingram seemed puzzled. Justin Kingston wasn’t that kind of person; this matter wasn’t settled yet. "President Ingram, do you think..." a senior executive speculated, "their design draft is particularly flawless?" "That’s not up to me to say, nor Justin Kingston," she said, taking a drag from her cigar and exhaling smoke rings, "It’s up to the customers." "We need to hurry on our side too. They might start making the final product tomorrow and inadvertently get ahead of us." Lydia Ingram didn’t reply and hung up the phone, a subtle change in her expression. After a while, she called Monica Usher, who was far away at Aethel Falls. In a deep voice, she asked, "How is your design going?" Feeling a bit anxious, unwilling to fall behind. "We’re still looking for inspiration; some have begun getting into the groove," Monica Usher reported honestly, "What’s wrong?" Lydia Ingram said, "The Kingston Group’s designers have returned; did you know?" After a brief silence, Lydia Ingram sighed softly, "Just do what you see fit," without saying more and hung up, not wanting to press her. At night, a Lamborghini stopped at the outdoor parking lot of Celestial Heights. The three of them took the elevator upstairs to an apartment on the 28th floor. The front door opened, "CEO Kingston, President Lane." Finn Morgan welcomed them. "Hello, Special Assistant Morgan." Barbara Sutton greeted as she followed them inside. Finn Morgan nodded, signaling, "Hello," without showing any unwelcoming atmosphere. "Where’s Hailey? Is she feeling better now?" Mia Lane saw her shoes at the entrance. "Mia Lane! I’m here!!" Before Finn Morgan could answer, Hailey Hale’s excited voice came from the master bedroom. Mia Lane handed the fruit gift box to Finn Morgan, then headed towards the master bedroom. The grand door was ajar, and she gently pushed it open to enter, "How are you? Still hurting?" approaching her. "No pain, no pain at all, but Dr. Shelby told me to rest quietly and avoid walking so, I’ve had to take a few days off," Hailey Hale was quite happy, "Congratulations, your design team is outstanding." "Thank you." Mia Lane sat beside her on the bed, lovingly smoothing her hair away from her forehead, "With Barbara Sutton at the company, you can rest with peace of mind." This was Barbara Sutton’s second visit here, and her mood was different from last time. Chapters first released on novel~fire~net She stood at the master bedroom door, seeing Hailey Hale leaning against the headboard, in a white nightgown, long hair draped around her, showing some feminine charm despite her young age. And Hailey Hale saw her too, "Barbara Sutton? You came too?" The two exchanged smiles, and Barbara Sutton walked towards her, "Feeling better? I heard you were bitten by a snake, so I came to check on you." "Not serious, thanks for your concern," Hailey Hale said pleasantly, "but the doctor said I need to rest for a while, so I took a few days off, and the company affairs have been troubling you." "No trouble at all, it’s my duty," Barbara Sutton smiled, "Take care and recover well," secretly feeling a surge of jealousy. There was only one bedroom here, and she lay on Finn Morgan’s bed. Did Finn Morgan... sleep beside her? Were they living together? Were they deliberately hiding an office romance? Were they in a relationship? Were they boyfriend and girlfriend? Barbara Sutton was lost in thought as countless ideas popped up in her mind. Mia Lane and Hailey Hale chatted, while Barbara Sutton took the opportunity to slowly observe the surroundings. The room was large, with high-end decorations, low-key luxurious fashion, and simple colors. She could even imagine the handsome appearance of Finn Morgan in a bathrobe, standing by the window holding a glass of wine. She couldn’t help but feel a tinge of sourness... She was growing increasingly fond of him, increasingly out of control—what should she do?