A warm voice comforted her that instant. It assured her that everything would be okay, but she could not make out the mysterious person. Who was it? She wondered. It must be Benedict. He was the one who rescued me. He was always there for me when I needed help.
“Benedict…” Vivian was determined to make sure. Thus, she called out his name weakly. She wanted to open her eyes, but she could not open them no matter how hard she tried. Even if she did, the dizziness would instantly envelop her.
Benedict noticed Vivian’s lips were moving, but he could not hear what she said. Thus, he assured her loudly, “Vivian, it’s Benedict. Can you hear me? Hold on for a bit. I’ll take you to the hospital right away!”
So it was Benedict. Vivian relaxed as she knew she was in good hands before falling into darkness.
Meanwhile, in Finnor Group’s office.
Finnick’s eyebrows knitted as he hung up the call once again. What’s going on with Noah? Why isn’t he in the office nor is he picking up my calls?
He called Ms. Leigh, who was standing by the door. “I have something urgent to speak with Noah. Could you please find him?”
“Huh?” Ms. Leigh couldn’t help but wonder. That’s weird. The president would usually contact Mr. Lotte personally. Why did he need me to do so this time? Doubts aside, I should do what the president asked. “Yes, I’ll give Mr. Lotte a call right away.”
“He’s not answering his phone, so could you please think of other ways to reach him.”
“Alright.” Ms. Leigh nodded and left the office awkwardly.
It turned out that Mr. Lotte wasn’t answering his phone, but this was not a difficult task for her.
She quickly posted the same message on both Moments and Twitter that said, Mr. Norton needs Mr. Lotte in his office urgently. Everyone, please inform Mr. Lotte to see Mr. Norton at the president’s office immediately.
“Done.” She returned to her desk happily and sat down. As the saying goes, many hands make light work. Hence, I believe Mr. Lotte will appear in no time.
Sure enough, Noah rushed in breathlessly after fifteen minutes. Seeing that he came, Ms. Leigh gestured at the office door.
Noah flashed her a grateful smile and composed himself before entering the office to meet Finnick.
“Mr. Norton, I heard that you were looking for me?”
“Yes, but why didn’t you pick up my calls?” Finnick asked in dissatisfaction.
“My apologies, Mr. Norton. I was unaware that I lost my phone. Thus, I bought one just now. However, my phone’s SIM card was not ready yet. I promise it will never happen again.”
“Alright.” Finnick’s expression softened when he heard Noah’s explanation behind his disappearance. “Could you send me client details I told you to arrange earlier? I need it now.”
“Alright. Give me a moment, Mr. Norton.” Noah returned to his desk.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“What is it?” Finnick asked as he continued scanning the proposal.
“President, Mr. Mark would like to see you,” Ms. Leigh answered.
Finnick was confused as he paused what he was doing. Mark rarely came to me unless he had something in mind.
“Let him in.”
“Alright.” She replied and left.
Moments later, Mark appeared at the president’s office.
“Your office looks great!” Mark said grotesquely as soon as he entered and began to tour around the office on his own.
“Cut the crap. What do you want?” Finnick asked directly.
Mark toured around the place before sitting cross-legged across Finnick. He acted as if he was the boss of the office instead. “What’s with you? Can’t your older brother come over to visit you sometimes?”
Finnick crossed his arms and squinted as he studied Mark. He did not understand Mark’s intentions in coming here.
At the same time, Mark felt slightly uncomfortable from Finnick’s stare and said, “I seemed to not be welcomed.”
“I’m going to ask you one last time. What do you want?” Finnick repeated impatiently. “I have no time to entertain you, so please feel free to leave.”