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.”

then?” She glanced down

slowly pushed the document folder over to her. “As long as you put your signature on it, the USB stick will be yours

expression remained impassive and unchanging despite her blunt question. Knowing that she

you to tender your resignation and leave the Burton Group

“But I still have some work to hand over. Does Old Mr.

it’s not as simple as making you

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

must

knew you would have such a worry.” He opened the laptop next to him and pushed it up to her. “You can

computer and was about to open the video file, she

and put her signature on the last page of

to trick her with fake evidence, for once she was angered, she would disregard

that he hopes this transaction will

picked up the USB stick and stood up. “We each have what we need. I have what I want and he can finally rest easy.” With that, she walked

left, Leon made a phone call. “I’ve done what you asked me to and had her put her signature on the document,

“Good.”

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 continued, “Since you’re done, come back here. Don’t stay out too long or

but there’s something I don’t

“What is it?”

was not at all hesitant about signing her name and she seemed to find no difficulty

it difficult,” Arthur answered calmly, seemingly having expected such an outcome. “She’s no longer the mute woman from five years ago who simply took whatever came her way. If someone wants something badly enough, ability and temperament come second. Most

“What’s that?”

bit savage, as if it might leap up from the page at any second. “You have to be ruthless to yourself in order

could permit someone so ruthless

receiving the evidence,