Chapter 1002
Upon seeing Tracy was silent, Jennifer added, "Relax. I'll call you right away when Tessa comes back.
"If that still doesn't ease your mind, I'll go back inside and write a note about this, sticking it on my dresser. I'll see it every time I get ready, so I won't forget."
Hearing Jennifer's promise, Tracy didn't push back and replied with a grin, "Sorry to bother you, Mrs. Sanders. I need to talk to Tessa, and it's also important to her. Please take it seriously. I'm leaving now."
Tracy managed a smile, waving her hand to say goodbye. After driving out of the villa, she pulled over on the roadside and got out of the car.
She went to a convenience store and bought herself a pack of cigarettes. Then, she walked up to the security gate. "Is your captain around?"
The security guard saw Tracy approaching and chuckled. "He's in the staff room."
Smiling, Tracy asked, "Can you bring me to him?"
The security guard was surprised. "No problem. I'll take you to him now."
Tracy was confident with her looks, so she puffed out her chest and beamed, showing off her most attractive side.
The guard walked onward as he kept looking back to chat, his eyes roaming over Tracy. "Do you know our captain?"
Tracy hated the way the guard looked at her. It reminded her of Matthew, making her feel more disgusted. Her expression turned cold in an instant.
The guard was excited to see a pretty woman and tried to strike up a conversation. When he saw Tracy's expression, he thought he'd said something wrong and quickly
shut up.
In the staff room, the guard led Tracy over to a chubby man in his 40s. "This is Mr. Gibson."
Tracy sported a smile. "Hi, Mr. Gibson."
Upon spotting Tracy, Hubert Gibson's eyes lit up. He got up and asked kindly, "Can I help you, miss?"
Tracy responded, "I need a favor. I'm friends with Tessa in your neighborhood. She must've changed her phone number, and I can't reach her.
"Can you give me a hand? If you spot her coming home, just give me a call. I'll head over to see her."
As Tracy spoke, she handed over the pack of cigarettes she just bought.
Hubert noticed the cigarettes weren't cheap. They cost 28 dollars a pack, and Tracy got him a whole carton of it.
He got even more enthusiastic. "You
can count
on me. When Tessa
comes back, I'll call
ck, I'll call you, right awa
down."
your number jot
Tracy giggled. "Great. Just write it down on your phone. I'll leave it to you."
At the president's office of Wealthwave Group, the air was heavy with the scent of sweat and hormones.
Rachel's bangs were wet, and her
forehead broke into sweat. She
grabbed a tissue and gently wiped
her forehead, grumbling, "It's all your
fault, making me
dost in this heat
My hair is all wet now."
Rachel sounded casual and sweet as she complained. Her voice was the music to Matthew's ears.
Matthew noticed his clothes were soaked. He smirked and remarked, "I've been doing all the work, so why are you sweating so much?"
Blushing, Rachel rolled her eyes at Matthew and playfully protested, "How would I know?"
Matthew suddenly had a realization. "Maybe you're sweating because you're too loud. Try lowering your voice next time."
Rachel glared at Matthew as if warning him not to bring it up again.
Matthew glanced at the air vent and looked around before saying, "I'll open the door and get some fresh air."
Rachel kept quiet, her eyes on her clothes. Her chest was soaked with sweat, leaving stains on it. She wasn't in her best look.
It'd be way too embarrassing if anyone at the company saw her like this. She frowned, trying to figure out what to do.
Matthew unlocked the door, but just as he was about to open it, someone pushed it open from outside.
The person who opened the door was surprised to see Matthew. "What are you doing here, Matthew?"
Matthew was caught off guard as well. The newcomer was Malcolm, Rachel's uncle. He indifferently replied, "I'm here to see Rachel."
Malcolm coldly remarked, "If you're here to see Rachel, you'll have to wait until she's off work. You're at
the company. As a president sh
pretty busy Know your place."