Julian Poole had just unbuckled his seatbelt when the sudden emergency brake caught him off guard. His elbow slammed hard against the car door, and his handsome face turned as pale as snow from the pain. He could feel the sound of his bones dislocating. "Senior!" Cindy Lynn was extremely nervous, her eyes reddened with self-blame. "Senior, are you okay? I’m sorry, a cat suddenly darted in front of us, and I hit the brakes suddenly... I’m sorry, I didn’t see you unbuckle your seatbelt." "It’s okay, it’s not your fault..." Julian Poole was sweating from the pain, gritting his teeth to endure it. He had been foolish just now, thinking he saw Tanya Sinclair and temporarily unbuckled his seatbelt... "Senior, let me take you to the hospital ahead! You can’t go on !" Cindy Lynn suggested worriedly. After considering it, Julian Poole nodded, "Okay. I’m afraid I can’t accompany you today." Cindy Lynn understandingly said, "It’s okay, senior, your well-being is the most important." Julian Poole forced a smile at her. Cindy Lynn leaned in, fastening his seatbelt for him again. Being so close, Julian Poole could smell the fragrance emanating from her. Julian Poole leaned back, pressing his upper body against the seat back, trying hard to maintain a safe distance from Cindy Lynn, while using his uninjured left hand to move the seat back a bit. Cindy Lynn noticed his subtle movement to create distance, a hint of inscrutable light flickered in her eyes, but as she straightened up, her expression returned to normal. "Senior, who did you think you saw just now? Why so excited?" "An old acquaintance, I must have been mistaken." Julian Poole clearly didn’t want to tell her more, but Cindy Lynn clearly saw the agitation in his eyes. Even when they reunited after a long time apart, Julian Poole only gave a faint smile, barely cheerful! Cindy Lynn spat inwardly. That bitch really knows how to make her presence felt! Cindy Lynn took Julian Poole to the nearest hospital and then immediately drove back to the Westgard Pharmaceuticals Tower. She walked into the lobby, scanning the area inconspicuously, and spotted Tanya Sinclair in a corner, engrossed in a phone call. Tanya Sinclair was focused on reviewing some documents. She turned her gaze to see a plainly dressed, haggard-looking woman with red-rimmed eyes approaching, carrying a box, not long after being laid off. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel※fire.net Cindy Lynn lightly curved her crimson lips, stepped forward, and grasped the woman’s hand. Their eyes met, and though the woman appeared puzzled, Cindy Lynn held tighter, whispered, "Do you want to make some more money before you leave?" The woman was startled, evidently intrigued, "What do you want me to do?" Tanya Sinclair organized her documents and glanced at her watch; there were five minutes left until Second Young Master Pierce’s breakfast time was over, according to the receptionist, and she could go up. "Help!" A woman suddenly rushed over, looking panicked. "My friend fainted in the restroom! She’s seizing and foaming at the mouth!" Tanya Sinclair frowned slightly. Seizing and foaming at the mouth could very likely be an acute epileptic seizure! "I’ve already called 120!" the woman said anxiously, fear that Tanya Sinclair might not believe her, hastily pulled out her employee ID. "I work for this company, if you know first aid, please help!" It’s the weekend, and other than those working overtime, there was almost nobody else here. The receptionist from earlier was nowhere to be seen either. Tanya Sinclair checked the time, furrowing her brows; saving a life was the priority now! "I’m a doctor, lead me to her!" The woman immediately led Tanya Sinclair to the corner restroom. "She’s in that farthest stall!" Grabbing Tanya Sinclair, the woman led her all the way there. Concerned about the patient’s condition, Tanya Sinclair was about to take out the acupuncture needles she carried, preparing to administer aid. But no sooner had she taken out the needle set, when the previously frantic woman suddenly pushed her into the stall with force, snatching her bag away too. ’Bang—’ went the sound. The stall door was slammed shut from outside by the woman and locked from the outside! Eveything happened so fast that Tanya Sinclair quickly calmed down, her first reaction was to pound on the door for help; at that moment, a bucket of filthy mop water was dumped over her head from the adjacent stall! Tanya Sinclair instantly felt her whole body go cold. Yet she managed to see through the dirty water; the hand that withdrew from above her head was wearing a glaring diamond bracelet! Cindy Lynn walked to the sink, pulled out a wad of cash from her bag, and handed it to the woman behind her, whose eyes were full of urgency. She casually instructed, "Take her things and throw them in a trash bin, a faraway one." It was the woman’s first time doing something and she was very nervous; taking the money, she quickly left. Cindy Lynn calmly touched up her lipstick in the mirror, stepped out of the restroom, and placed an ’Under Maintenance’ sign at the entrance. She leisurely moved towards the reception desk. "Hello, I’m the manager of Zenith Group’s R&D Department, I have a 9 o’clock appointment to discuss collaboration with President Pierce." "You’re also a manager from the R&D Department?" The receptionist eyed her a couple of times, looked over to the corner where Tanya Sinclair had previously sat. She scratched her head, puzzled, but still called President Pierce’s special assistant, Janne Hayes, to report. Something unknown was returned from the other side. The receptionist kept hold of the phone and looked at Cindy Lynn. "May I ask for your name?" Cindy Lynn displayed a confident smile, "I’m Cindy Lynn, manager of Zenith Group’s R&D Department Two." Special Assistant’s Office. Janne Hayes frowned slightly upon hearing the name, but he still instructed the front desk to escort the person to the VIP meeting room first. He hung up the phone and quickly walked toward the president’s office. "President Pierce, the person has arrived." Declan Pierce, who was seated behind the desk, had just finished an international meeting. He removed his headset, got up, and looked at Janne Hayes, raising an eyebrow, "What is that expression on your face?" The one who came is Tanya Sinclair, not a ghost. Janne Hayes braced himself, "President Pierce, it’s not Ms. Sinclair who came, but someone named Cindy Lynn." Meanwhile, Cindy Lynn was brought to the entrance of the VIP meeting room. She tidied her hair, put on a smile, and pushed the door open. "Hello, President Pierce, I’m..." But when she saw the man seated at the head of the round table with his striking blonde hair, Cindy Lynn’s smile froze, "Young Master Monroe?" It wasn’t Declan Pierce; it was Zion Monroe! Zion Monroe, however, didn’t feel guilty at all and laughed, "My Brother Pierce had to attend to something, and he asked me to have Manager Lynn demonstrate the core experimental procedure of the research." After speaking, Zion Monroe clapped his hands twice, and when Cindy Lynn turned to look, her face immediately changed. There it was, the experimental equipment that should have remained in the lab and cost three hundred million, being directly wheeled in so carelessly! Has Declan Pierce lost his mind? For the sake of this meeting, he actually went to the trouble of spending three hundred million to bring the equipment here! Cindy Lynn’s hand at her side clenched tightly at the hem of her skirt. But soon, she calmed down; after all, there was no way Tanya Sinclair could make it today! She was the only partner present, and neither Declan Pierce nor Zion Monroe were professionals in the field of pharmaceutical science. Her experiment just needed to be passable! Thinking this, Cindy Lynn relaxed and confidently walked toward the equipment... Meanwhile, in the lobby downstairs. Declan Pierce stepped out of the elevator, his normally enigmatic, handsome face now filled with a genuine, hair-raising grim intensity. He had clearly seen Tanya Sinclair enter the company, and yet, after a brief meeting, she had vanished right under his nose! The immense fear and unease transformed into an invisible hand, squeezing Declan Pierce’s heart tightly, dragging him to the edge of a cliff. He closed his eyes hard. Over the years, anything concerning her, even the slightest disturbance, was enough to torment him relentlessly! Janne Hayes had already obtained the lobby surveillance footage and immediately handed it to Declan Pierce for review. "President Pierce, Ms. Sinclair entered through the main entrance twenty minutes ago and hasn’t been seen leaving. According to the front desk, after Ms. Sinclair registered, she sat in that particular spot!" Declan Pierce glanced in the direction Janne Hayes indicated; it happened to be a blind spot of the surveillance camera. Janne Hayes: "The receptionist stepped away for a while, for no more than five minutes, and when she returned, Ms. Sinclair was gone!" Declan Pierce stood still, his tall figure clad in black clothing and black hair like a menacing shadow cloud, the surrounding air pressure frighteningly low. The receptionist who was brought over couldn’t stop herself from trembling in front of him. It was her first time meeting the new BOSS, and he was terrifying... "Pre...President Pierce, I was only gone for five minutes..." Declan Pierce said nothing, scanning his surroundings, his gaze stern as he traced along the blind spot to the farthest restroom. Outside, there was a sign that read "Under Maintenance." "After you returned, Cindy Lynn came over?" Declan Pierce asked, his tone seemingly detached, yet it inexplicably chilled one’s entire being. Declan Pierce took long strides toward the restroom in the corner, an unsettling premonition growing stronger, prompting him to walk faster, his heart pounding heavily in his chest. A sound of something heavy falling came from inside the restroom. Declan Pierce’s body abruptly tensed, and he kicked aside the barricade at the entrance, rushing in. But after a few steps, he stopped, his dark eyes trembling, staring intently at the woman stepping out step by step. Tanya Sinclair appeared disheveled, with sewage mixed with blood from her injured fingertip dripping onto the floor. She stared at the man in front of her, stunned, barely daring to believe her eyes. How could he be here? Before she could react, Declan Pierce, with a somber face, strode over, removing his expensive, tailor-made coat and wrapping Tanya Sinclair completely in it. The coat still carried the man’s strong and warm body temperature, enveloping her completely. Tanya Sinclair’s eyelashes trembled. Someone else with the surname Pierce, present at Westgard Pharmaceuticals Tower today, with such an entourage around him... There was only one explanation! Declan Pierce... is the Second Young Master Pierce, now the sole owner of Westgard Pharmaceuticals!