In the elevator, a mindful Finn Morgan wrapped an arm around her shoulder and turned to ask, "Does your arm hurt?" You really exerted yourself just now. Hailey Hale shook her head, "I’m alright, just feeling a little unsettled inside. I’ve always felt that Barbara Sutton and I don’t have the same vibe, and we couldn’t be close friends, but I didn’t expect her to plot against me." "Barbara Sutton was brought in by Monica Usher and used to be with her all the time." Finn Morgan began to ponder the situation, "I think if someone isn’t kind-hearted, there’s no need to keep them around, turning the company into a mess." The elevator reached the ground floor, and the doors opened. Hailey Hale stepped out with Finn Morgan. In the lobby, those who saw them had basically all read the news. "Congratulations, congratulations!" "Congratulations, Special Assistant Morgan!" Hailey felt quite awkward, and she gave everyone a smile while Finn Morgan graciously accepted the well-wishes. As they walked out of the company, Finn Morgan said to her, "The one who arranged for you to be kidnapped was Monica Usher. The police have already taken her away. I won’t let anyone harm you again." "What about Melissa?" Finn Morgan told her, "She’s not an important person, so we don’t need to worry about her at all." On the 22nd floor, in the sleek and lavish CEO office. Justin Kingston sat at the desk analyzing reports. A call came through the landline; he reached out to pick up the receiver and listened to the report from the other end— "CEO Kingston, Monica Usher has been released without charge." The subordinate reported in a low voice, "The current result is that Flynn slandered her. It seems Lydia Ingram’s influence is not small. Should we continue?" Justin Kingston thought for three seconds and then made a decision, "Let it be." The call ended, and with Justin Kingston’s decision not to pursue the matter, it thus concluded. It was out of respect for Monica Usher’s past contributions to The Kingston Group. The most update n0vels are published on noveⅼfire.net So Justin Kingston couldn’t give her love, but he let her off the hook. On the way out of the detention center, Lydia Ingram personally drove, with Monica Usher sitting in the passenger seat, staring ahead, her expression very calm. "Now do you see Justin clearly? He wanted to put you behind bars." Lydia Ingram’s voice was cold and heavy, "I was the one who found a way to save you, so you shouldn’t put your heart on him anymore." Monica Usher didn’t answer; her thoughts remained stubborn— She believed that if Justin Kingston wanted to pursue the matter, Lydia Ingram couldn’t possibly get her out. Even if she were gotten out, Justin Kingston could certainly put her back again. After working together for many years, Monica Usher was most aware of Justin Kingston’s influence in Riventhal. Therefore, in Monica Usher’s view, Justin Kingston’s lack of pursuit might hold a glimmer of hope. He must care about her, right? Sitting in the passenger seat, she wasn’t really listening to Lydia Ingram’s words, her head full of thoughts about Justin Kingston. The middle-aged man glanced at her a few times, knowing she was lost in thought, "Come to my place tonight." Monica Usher turned to him at the sound, "..." She paused, dazed. "You’re my woman now, and today is Thursday. Spend the night with me," he said clearly. The woman’s chest tightened as she recalled the events at The Sovereign Club, making her feel nauseated. But she had no other choice. "What about Grace White? Where is she?" Monica Usher couldn’t help but worry about this issue; she never wanted to be in a place like a detention center again, never wanted to deal with the police again in this life. Above all, she didn’t want to go to prison! "Don’t worry." Lydia Ingram had complete confidence as he comforted her, "As long as you obediently be my woman, I guarantee she won’t be able to control you; hasn’t she stopped calling you?" "Where is she?" Monica Usher asked coldly, "Has she left Riventhal?" "You just need to know that she’s out of your reach." Lydia Ingram replied, then asked, "Don’t go to the office anymore; let me take you to my house first." "No." Monica Usher instinctively wary, turned her gaze and said, "I won’t go to your house." The man chuckled, his tone relaxed, "Then I’ll go to your place tonight." In any case, there was no escape for this woman.