My Mute Bride

Chapter 242 Hoping to Come To a Happy Conclusion

Not long after Frankie stepped out, the originally closed office door suddenly opened a crack as he stuck his head back in and smiled meaningfully. “A bouquet of white tulips for your reservation would be a little drab, President Burton. Shall I have the florist add in a few splashes of color?”

Upon hearing that, Justin was stunned as he glared at him. “Don’t you want to keep your job?” It was noon and after putting her signature on a document, Rachel handed it to Lisa. “You can go and have lunch now.”

“What would you like, Miss Burton? I can bring you back something from the cafeteria.”

As Rachel opened her mouth to speak, her phone vibrated. Taking note of the caller ID, she told Lisa, “It’s fine; I’ll be going down for lunch as well in a bit.”

“Of course.”

The moment Lisa left, Rachel answered the call. “Hello?”

“Are you free, Miss Hudson? I am close to your workplace.”

“Is Old Mr. Burton done considering? Or does he wish to renegotiate terms with me?”

“He wanted me to give you something.”

In response, Rachel narrowed her eyes.

Close to Burton Group was a café. As it was separated from the building by only a single street, the Burton Group logo was clearly visible from the cafe’s window seats.

By the time Rachel arrived, Leon, the Burton Family butler, had been waiting on a booth seat for a while. “Have a seat, Miss Hudson.”

Upon seeing the contract-like document on the table, Rachel knew this conversation would not end quickly, so she pulled out a chair and sat down. “What did you want to give me?” she asked.

“This.” He placed a translucent plastic bag containing a USB stick on the table. “It contains the video and written evidence you wanted of Hans’ murder.”

glanced

you put your

impassive and unchanging despite her blunt question. Knowing that

your resignation and leave the Burton Group of your

work to hand over. Does Old

Burton. Of course you know it’s not as simple as making you resign. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be able to

resources right now, and she was pretty much in charge of the current batch of suppliers. If she didn’t hand those

Now, I can sign the document, but I must

worry.” He opened the laptop next to him and pushed

inserted the USB stick into the computer and was about to open the video file, she couldn’t stop

She lifted a pen and put her signature on the last page

knew Arthur wouldn’t try to trick her with fake evidence, for once she was angered, she would disregard the

that he hopes

need. I have what I want and

done what you asked me to

“Good.”

at the other end of the line, Arthur had only just finished writing something in a cursive calligraphy script. Upon answering Leon’s call as he put down his pen, he

there’s something I don’t

“What is it?”

at all hesitant about signing her name and she seemed to find no

outcome. “She’s no longer the mute woman from five years ago who simply took

“What’s that?”

sheet of paper on his desk. Right in the middle of it was the word he had just written—‘ruthlessness’. It was full of curves and flourishes, even looking a bit savage, as if it might leap up from the page at any second. “You have to be ruthless to yourself in order to be ruthless to others.

could permit someone so ruthless to stay by

the evidence,