Chapter 469 - Wait for My Call
Chapter 469 of "No Trespassing! My Aloof Brother" opens with dynamic events: Elijah Reed looked at Ella Turnerâs astonishment, and there was still one thing in his... Read on for more!
Elijah Reed looked at Ella Turnerâs astonishment, and there was still one thing in his heart that he couldnât figure out: how did Ella Turner manage to set fire in Liam Spencerâs bedroom?So, he couldnât help but ask curiously, "Ella Turner, how did you set the fire in the BOSSâs bedroom?"
Actually, he had asked Liam Spencer, and Liam said he had no brains.
Listening to Elijah Reedâs inquiry, Ella Turner felt a bit embarrassed, after all, it was something bad she had done.
Therefore, she stammered, speaking softly, "I just bought a timer, put some chemicals inside, and when they burned up, it would ignite the powder on the other end of the timer, and it would catch fire."
This equipment was very simple, and Ella Turner thought of it on a whim.
After hearing this, Elijah Reed frowned deeply, thinking to himself that when people are driven to desperation, they can indeed do anything.
These past two days, it seemed to be a troubled time; Maya Spencer was restless, and things were equally unsettled on Seven Murrayâs end.
In Seven Murrayâs studio, she sat dazedly at her desk, her tabletop littered with design drawings, her mind not on work at all. After all, working was pointless; without Christopher Scott signing the contract, her products couldnât be promoted, and everything was in vain.
She let out a long sigh, and the words Christopher Scott said to her two days ago resurfaced in her mind. He asked if she understood the unspoken rules, and his meaning couldnât be clearer.
Seven Murray never thought that after knowing Christopher Scott for so many years, it would come to this. She felt helpless.
Then, she raised her right hand, grabbing her messy hair, and sighed again.
She was torn, torn between striving for dignity or bowing to Christopher Scottâs demands and being subjected to the unspoken rules.
In her frustration, she grabbed the phone on her desk and brought up Christopher Scottâs number again.
Ever since returning from Old Master Mooreâs birthday banquet, Seven Murray had looked at Christopher Scottâs number hundreds of times, yet she still hadnât mustered the courage to dial it.
Saying she wasnât anxious was impossible, but she couldnât firmly take this step, always hesitating and wavering.
"Seven Murray, itâs just about spending a night with him, right? Just consider it a night spent with a ghost, canât you?" She had been comforting herself with such words repeatedly over the past few days.
"Knock, knock, knock." At this moment, her office door was knocked on, and Seven Murray weakly responded, "Come in."
"Seven, should we send the new sample clothes to the factory? Can we start establishing it?" Ella heard that the Owen Clan would help them, so she was full of enthusiasm, like being injected with adrenaline.
Now, Seven Murrayâs team was in this kind of state, full of zeal.
Looking at Ellaâs spirited state, Seven Murray couldnât bear to dampen her enthusiasm or the enthusiasm of everyone else, so she smiled and said, "Send them over, and remember to pay attention to details, make sure no mistakes are made."
"Okay, Seven." The girl, happy with the instructions, skipped out.
Watching Ellaâs cheerful back, and thinking about how so many little partners were pinning their hopes on her, Seven Murray took a deep breath, bit her lower lip, closed her eyes tightly, and dialed Christopher Scottâs number.
Christopher Scott was in a meeting at that time. When he saw Seven Murrayâs number, he immediately picked up the phone and went outside the meeting room.
In the past two days, he had been waiting for Seven Murrayâs call, waiting for her to contact him to discuss cooperation. Seeing that 48 hours had passed without any news from Seven Murray, he thought she had completely given up or chose to be acquired by another brand.
So, receiving Seven Murrayâs call, Christopher Scott was unusually excited, thinking that as long as Seven Murray apologized to him again, he wouldnât hold grudges and would formally discuss cooperation with her.
Although he was very excited and euphoric, at the moment he answered the call, he was extremely calm and asked, "Whatâs up?"
On the other end of the phone, as Seven Murray listened to Christopher Scottâs voice, she was momentarily stunned. After the shock passed, she immediately regained her usual composure and calmly said, "President Scott, you said the other day you would only sign a cooperation plan if I agreed to the unspoken rules. I have thought it over and I agree with you. If President Scott hasnât changed his mind, just send me the time and address, and I will be there."
After saying all these words, Seven Murray trembled all over, even her teeth chattered. She never imagined that one day she would stoop so low.
Christopher Scott listened to Seven Murrayâs compromise, taken aback. He had originally forgotten about this matter until Seven Murrayâs call reminded him that he had made such an indecent request at Old Master Mooreâs birthday banquet.
For a moment, he didnât know how to face Seven Murray or how to respond to her.
However, what was certain was that his mood had plummeted to the lowest point. He hadnât expected Seven Murray to stoop to such a low level, to agree to such a sordid request involving unspoken rules.
He thought that if it wasnât him in charge of this matter but someone else, would Seven Murray have already ended up in someone elseâs bed? What had she been through in these 7 years to become so devoid of limits? Could that lousy brand really be more important than her dignity?
A Seven Murray like this was unacceptable to Christopher Scott, even repulsive.
This version of Seven Murray seemed no different from those public relations girls.
Christopher Scott forgot that he was the one who drove Seven Murray to this point. If he hadnât made things difficult for her, she wouldnât have demeaned herself like this.
Seeing that Christopher Scott hadnât spoken for a long time, Seven Murrayâs heart sank instantly to the bottom. She wondered if Christopher Scott was playing with her. Had he never intended to discuss the unspoken rules in return for signing the contract, just wanting to see her compromise and mock her?
Thinking of this, Seven Murray choked up. She couldnât even understand why Christopher Scott would push her to her limits; was it because of her fault from 7 years ago?
Perhaps her unannounced departure left him unsatisfied, so now he wants to demand double compensation?
Seven Murray was very unwilling, unwilling to be mocked by Christopher Scott and unwilling that even after lowering her dignity, she still couldnât save her company.
Thus, she took a deep breath and, trying to remain calm, asked, "President Scott, have you changed your mind?"
Listening to Seven Murrayâs inquiry, Christopher Scott felt increasingly depressed and only impatiently said, "Wait for my call."
After saying that, he hung up because he couldnât continue listening to Seven Murrayâs humble and ingratiating voice, which made him sick to his stomach.
He would rather have Seven Murray sass him like that night than see her making concessions.
After hanging up, Christopher Scott didnât return to the meeting room. Instead, he grabbed the phone and went back to his office, seizing the promotional proposal he had redrafted for Seven Murray in the file rack on his desk, burning with anger and wishing he could crumple that pile of paper into oblivion.
He didnât understand how his Seven could have become like this, becoming so unfamiliar to him. The 7 years of separation were too long, long enough that he no longer understood Seven Murray.
In Seven Murrayâs office, she stared at the phone in her hand, fixated on Christopher Scottâs vague response, and once again fell into the throes of indecision.