Loveless Marriage

"Do you need help?"

Feeling extremely flattered, Isabella refused with a smile, "No, it's okay. I have a few friends here helping me, and I dare not to trouble anyone."

"Really no? Miss Jones, I may need your help many times in the future, so you don't need to be courteous. Furthermore, they're your friends, but I can't stand by." Shawn smiled faintly.

Fortunately, Shawn wasn't present, or she wouldn't know how to refuse such passion.

Then she calmly replied: "There's really no need, Mr. Simons. If I were to trouble you with such a small thing, I wouldn't know how to explain it to Mr. Smith."

It was really hard to figure out Shawn's mind.

Seeing her attitude was so firm, Shawn didn't insist anymore. He then said in a disappointed tone: "Alright, then I won't send anyone over. I'll contact you later after you go back to work. I'm still in Brighton now, so if you need help, you can directly call me."

Isabella felt relieved. She hurriedly thanked him. "Thank you, Mr. Simons. I'll remember what you did for me."

"Okay, Bye. Don't forget to rest."

Shawn hang off the call and slowly raised his head. His handsome face revealing a hint of ridicule. Then, he asked the secretary standing across from him, "Is Christian Miller still in the hospital now?" "He was yesterday. Now it's unclear." The secretary replied respectfully.

Behind the desk, Shawn pinched the cuffs of his suit, his indifferent expression revealing a bit laziness. "He left his company behind just for this woman."

The secretary smiled. "Then, doesn't this mean that we can proceed with the original plan?"

"No rush." Shawn shook his head. His black eyes were deep and unfathomable as he spoke calmly, "This woman seems not as simple and brainless as I thought at the very beginning. Did she sense it long ago, or has someone told her something?"

Either to divorce in that dilemma, or to have such a courage, he should indeed spend some effort to take her.

"Aren't you...being too attentive to her? Maybe she has sensed something?" The secretary looked at him with a strange expression.

Shawn was startled. His long fingers caressed his chin, asking, "Attentive? Was I? Wasn't she single now? With such a difficult situation, she shouldn't allow a man not to chase her, right?' The secretary, "..."

If a woman didn't like a man, whatever he did could only make her hate him even more.

But she didn't dare to say this. After all, few women would refuse Shawn.

Thinking for a moment, she said, "Probably she's just too busy recently and hasn't been in a good mood. It may only be counterproductive to be too attentive."

After a while, Shawn finally spoke, "So, she also loves to play that hard-to-get trick?"

Hearing that, the secretary laughed dryly, "Mr. Miller is still by her side. If Isabella really has such thoughts, she should play this on him first, shouldn't she?"

If Isabella was truly vain, she wouldn't have chosen to get divorced at that time, would she? As everyone knew, that Mr. Miller was very low-key, who hadn't had any news of having a mistress or something. Then Shawn changed the topic: "Leave her for now. Any news about the Polygon recently?"

The secretary reported: "Miller has stayed in Brighton for almost a week. I heard that he's delayed many meetings there. Many of his partners were dissatisfied as they couldn't get in touch with him. They want him to make an explanation."

"Have you contacted the filiale in Leeds?"

The secretary nodded, "Yes. They've already started action. We should get the results in a short time."

Shawn's deep eyes suddenly squinted. Staring at her, he said with unquestionable tone, "I don't want 'a short time', but the shortest time, understand? Miller can get the result with just call while they have to spend days. If so, why would I even hire them?"

The secretary immediately nodded and replied fearfully, "Yes. I will go urge them now."

In the hospital, the surgery was still in progress. Christian was standing in the corridor outside of the surgery room.

He was waiting with them.

However, Luke was there as well, so he only watched from afar. Wearing a set of casual clothes that was greyish-white in colour, he looked even more enchanting and handsome. But his face was still indifferent.

With his hands in pockets, he looked in the distance with a calm gaze, and the scene was like a still painting.

Suddenly, the phone in his pocket vibrated. Actually, it had been vibrated for long, so he didn't picked it up.

After ringing for seconds, he was still in the same position and didn't plan to answer it. A little girl passed by and pulled on the corner of his shirt. She said in a soft voice, "Sir, your phone is ringing." A woman quickly pulled her back, apologising, "Sorry...I didn't see my daughter come."

"No worries." Christian lowered his head to look at the girl, smiled. He then still took out his phone. Looking at the screen, he gradually frowned.

"Hi."

"Mr. Miller, you finally answered. Something happened." Steven's anxious voice came from the phone.

With a frown, Christian's expression remained calm. He said in a low voice, "Without me you guys can't even solve any problems? What's wrong?"

Steven slowed his breathing and said: "You have delayed for too many meetings in the past few days. Many clients were very unhappy. They said that they would terminate the cooperation if you still don't come back."

Pausing for a second, he tremblingly said, "Three of them...just signed with the Soaring Group. "

Christian's expressionless face finally darkened a bit, as though it was covered with a layer of extremely cold frost. He then asked, "Are you sure it's Soaring?"

Soaring was a venture capital firm under Fantasy Group in Leeds. Although it could be considered as having a competitive relationship with Polygon, the two companies never interfered with each other. "Pretty sure. Their action was abnormally fast. As I called to confirm, they have already signed the contract."

Christian's heart sank suddenly.

It was obvious that Soaring had noticed something and got prepared in advance. They were just waiting there to stole away Polygon's partners.

It also reminded him of someone.

After a while, he calmly said, "Leave that three companies. Arrange a video conference in ten minutes."

Without waiting for Steven's response, he hung up his phone and left after looking at Isabella.