Chapter 302: Chapter 302: President Sullivan, What Exactly Do You Mean?
Hearing this, Anna Lawrence’s expression darkened. She couldn’t refute Bianca Lowe’s words.
After a long moment.
She let out a breath. "No wonder you became Tristan Sterling’s assistant, Bianca. But are you planning to stay his assistant forever? Not going back to take over your parents’ business?" Bianca Lowe said, "I have to build up enough capital before I go back and take over. My parents also want me to get a few years of experience first." Anna Lawrence replied, "I can’t compare to you. With your qualifications, Bianca, inheriting your parents’ company will be no problem. But I heard you say before that you wanted to go to Rowan." Bianca Lowe said, "Cedarwood is fine too." Anna Lawrence didn’t press the issue further.
"Let’s go!" The two of them left.
On the court, they were still tied by the sixth game.
It was already 5:30 in the afternoon.
The children had long since gotten tired and been led off the court.
Tristan Sterling and the others arrived at the court and had already started the final tie-breaking game.
Alexander Sullivan was serving.
「Twenty minutes later.」
A shot from Alexander Sullivan went out of bounds.
Chloe Cheney and Franklin Fitzwilliam had won.
The match was finally over, and the four of them were truly exhausted.
Alexander Sullivan let out a breath, picked up a bottle of mineral water, and walked over to Rachel Royce. Offering it to her, he said, "Sorry, I lost the match." Rachel Royce looked at the water bottle he was offering but didn’t take it. She turned and started walking off the court instead.
Tristan Sterling took a towel from a servant’s hand, walked up to Rachel Royce, and said, "Wipe your sweat first." Rachel Royce accepted it.
Franklin Fitzwilliam and Chloe Cheney walked over.
Franklin Fitzwilliam looked at Alexander Sullivan. "A narrow victory!" Alexander Sullivan said, "I wasn’t skilled enough." Tristan Sterling said to Franklin Fitzwilliam, "Let’s have a match some other day." Franklin Fitzwilliam smiled. "What, you want to win one back for Rachel?" Tristan Sterling asked, "What were the stakes?" Chloe Cheney said, "Tonight, we get to taste Rachel’s cooking." Franklin Fitzwilliam asked, "President Sullivan can cook?" Alexander Sullivan said, "A little. As long as you don’t mind, Minister Fitzwilliam." Tristan Sterling clapped Alexander Sullivan on the shoulder. "It’s been a while since I’ve had your cooking. I can have some tonight." A barbecue dinner was planned for the evening.
The servants and chefs had already prepared a dazzling array of delicious, high-end ingredients in the rooftop glass conservatory.
Everyone went upstairs one after another.
「In the kitchen.」
Alexander Sullivan was selecting ingredients when he said to Rachel Royce, "I can handle the cooking. Evelynn, why don’t you go keep Melissa company for now?" Rachel Royce picked up a tomato and looked at Alexander Sullivan.
After a short silence.
Rachel Royce asked, "President Sullivan, what exactly are you trying to do?" Alexander Sullivan’s recent behavior toward her was clearly off, showing an inappropriate level of intimacy.
It only made her feel repulsed.
Alexander Sullivan’s lips tightened. How could he not see the disgust in her eyes? For a moment, it felt as if his heart had been dealt a heavy blow. His fingers curled slightly. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.
He suddenly asked, "Are you and Tristan Sterling planning to just go on like this?" He wanted to know if she was going to compromise and live with Tristan Sterling for Melissa’s sake, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he belatedly realized how wrong they sounded.
Rachel Royce just let out a cold, derisive laugh. "If you’re so concerned about your sister’s future, why don’t you convince your ’good brother’ to hurry up and marry her? What are you asking me for?"
"That’s not what I meant." Alexander Sullivan tried to explain, but any explanation he could offer now seemed utterly feeble.
Rachel Royce frowned, looking at the panic in the man’s eyes. She really couldn’t figure out what his true motives were.
She paid him no more mind and walked over to the sink to wash her hands.
Alexander Sullivan watched her back. He just stood there, looking completely helpless and desolate.
Just then.
His phone vibrated. He took it out of his pocket and turned to walk out of the kitchen.
He answered the call.
During the call.
A loud, chaotic crash suddenly came from the kitchen.
Alexander Sullivan’s expression tightened. He hung up and rushed back into the kitchen.
A servant had fallen on the floor. A puddle of scalding hot water was steaming on the ground. Rachel Royce was leaning against a counter, still shaken.
Alexander Sullivan strode forward. "Rachel!" He had blurted out her name in his panic.
Rachel Royce snapped out of her daze.
Alexander Sullivan rushed to her side and asked anxiously, "Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" Rachel Royce didn’t answer, her eyes fixed on him.
Alexander Sullivan met Rachel Royce’s scrutinizing gaze and looked away, clearly uncomfortable. He looked her up and down; there were no water stains on her clothes, only the back of her hand was red from the hot water. His tense heart relaxed.
The servant had just been carrying scalding hot water and had accidentally fallen, splashing the contents of the basin right at Rachel Royce. Luckily, she had reacted quickly enough to avoid getting soaked, and only the back of her hand had been splashed.
Another servant hurried to help up the one who had fallen, who immediately began apologizing profusely to Rachel Royce.
Only then did Alexander Sullivan turn to look at the servant, his cold, sharp gaze sweeping over her.
The servant trembled in fear.
"What’s wrong?" Sharon Sinclair’s voice called out as she walked over.
A servant explained what had happened. Sharon’s expression immediately darkened. She stared at the clumsy servant and ordered, "Take her away for now." She then turned to Rachel Royce and asked with concern, "Evelynn, are you all right?" Rachel Royce shook her head. "I’m fine." A servant brought over some ice.
Only then did Sharon Sinclair notice the back of Rachel Royce’s reddened hand. "Put this on it quickly," she urged. "Come with me and we’ll put some ointment on that." Alexander Sullivan spoke up, "Miss Sinclair, could I trouble you to pull up the security footage from just now?" Sharon Sinclair looked at him and said, "Of course." Alexander then said to Rachel Royce, "You go on ahead. I’ll take care of dinner." Rachel Royce left with Sharon Sinclair.
A servant brought a first-aid kit, and Sharon Sinclair applied ointment to her burn.
"It seems President Sullivan is quite concerned about you, Evelynn," Sharon Sinclair remarked casually.
Rachel Royce didn’t respond to Sharon Sinclair’s comment.
Rachel Royce suddenly asked, "What kind of person is Anna Lawrence?" Sharon Sinclair naturally understood her implication. "Her? She’s been in love with Tristan since they were kids, but he doesn’t like her back. She can be a bit obsessive at times, but she’s getting engaged soon." ’Getting engaged soon, yet still trying to sleep with other men.’
’There really isn’t a single normal person in Tristan Sterling’s circle.’
A servant brought over the security footage.
Rachel Royce watched the screen. It did look like the servant had slipped, but she could have easily passed on the left. Instead, she had insisted on walking past Rachel’s side.
"I will deal with the servant. Regardless, this happened at my home, so I’ll compensate you in any way you want." "It’s just a small injury, it’s nothing. There’s no need to show the video to Alexander Sullivan." Sharon Sinclair suddenly found their relationship to be truly strange.
"Alright." "Could I trouble you, Sharon, to ask Anna Lawrence to come here? I’d like to speak with her alone." Sharon Sinclair said, "Her words and actions today were indeed out of line. Thankfully, nothing serious happened. You two won’t have much interaction in the future, so there’s no need to take her to heart. It’s not worth inviting unnecessary trouble for yourself."
