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 at the black document

As Leon spoke, he slowly pushed the document folder over to her. “As long as you put your signature on it, the USB stick will be yours to do whatever you wish with. We won’t interfere whether

it from your words that Old Mr. Burton knows who the real murderer is.” Leon’s expression remained impassive and unchanging despite her blunt question. Knowing that she wouldn’t

Burton would like you to tender your resignation and leave the Burton Group of your

over. Does Old Mr. Burton’s

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

charge of the current

the document, but I must ascertain whether

laptop next

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

need.” She lifted a pen and put her signature on

wouldn’t try to trick her with fake evidence, for once she

says that he hopes

stick and stood up. “We each have what we need. I have

asked me to and had her put her signature on the document, Old

“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

course, but there’s something I don’t

“What is it?”

not at all hesitant about signing her name and she seemed to

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

“What’s that?”

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. And if she was still that woman from all those years ago, I wouldn’t need to fear her so

way he could permit someone

the evidence, Rachel