He Clings to Me Every Night - Chapter 269: 269 You are a cunning fox!

Chapter 269: 269 You are a cunning fox!

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Olivia Jenkins stared hard at Martin Wallace with her bright eyes, “Almost thought you could read my mind.”

Martin laughed, a smile blooming as warm as a cherry blossom in the spring wind – evidently, he was used to being berated by Olivia. “You’ve got the shares of the Jenkins Group, and you can sign a contract with him. It’s worth celebrating. You look particularly flushed today, you’ve been doing pretty well recently, haven’t you?”

“What are you trying to say?” “Nothing, just wanted to congratulate you.”

“Martin, you’re a cunning fox!”

Martin chuckled, his eyes narrowing in amusement, “You flatter me!”

Olivia’s gaze swept over Martin, “My eyes are clear and sharp. I see well. You deserve it.”

Martin’s smile dimmed a little, he even stood up, “I should get going. I have to prepare a contract for Daniel. This afternoon, I’ll be there to witness you signing it. Soon, the distribution rights of Cool Company’s video library will be yours. ”

Olivia replied impassively, “No need for formalities, take care!”

When Martin left, Olivia’s countenance darkened.

Although she inherited the majority of her father’s wealth, she couldn’t be happy about it.

Her father had left her forever; she could only think of him in her heart. Many things were irretrievable, and the Jenkins family was in a mess too.

Mrs. Jenkins really didn’t eat anything last night, she was holding up.

In the morning, when Olivia tried to persuade Mrs. Jenkins to have breakfast, she ignored her completely, neglecting her own health, sticking to her own stubbornness.

Even when the personal doctor came to give Mrs. Jenkins an intravenous infusion, she refused it vehemently, forcing them out with threats of her life.

This issue had been bothering Olivia, making her feel very uncomfortable inside.

If she told Mrs. Jenkins the truth directly, she might not be able to withstand it.

Mrs. Jenkins’ prejudice against her seemed to be bewitched, her determination to protect Hannah Jenkins was even reaching the point of madness.

Worried, Olivia cupped her face with both hands, feeling very tired physically and mentally.

Suddenly, her mobile phone rang.

Olivia quickly picked up Aria Douglas’s call.

“Madam, there’s an emergency. Mrs. Jenkins has fainted. She is now being rushed to the hospital.”

While on the phone, Olivia frantically rushed out of the office, anxiously declaring, “I’ll be there shortly.”

In the afternoon, Mrs. Jenkins woke up. Both Olivia and Hannah were present.

With her heart weighed heavy like lead in her chest, Olivia maintained her calm exterior, “Grandma, you won! Hannah will stay here in Serene City with you instead of leaving for overseas. But I need to make it clear that she will never be allowed back into Jenkins Group.”

With her speech delivered, Olivia confidently left Mrs. Jenkins’ hospital room.

But the moment she turned around, Olivia’s eyes were already flooded with tears. An indescribable pain and injustice filled her heart.

Olivia took the stairs, intentionally avoiding the crowd. Her eyes were already red.

Forcefully inhaling, blinking her eyes, she tried to disperse the gathering tear mist.

The moisture gathered to form a teardrop that quietly escaped her eye, tracing a path down her cheek.

As despondent as Olivia felt then, her heart ached even more. Her father must have felt a pain ten times worse than hers, yet no one understood him, no one comforted him, only his enduring silence and DIY efforts. She felt so sorry for her father and was heartbroken for his tolerance and forbearance.

Her phone rang, it was Daniel.

She did not pick up the call, and ended it.

In an instant, she was no longer crying, collected herself, and worked hard to adjust her emotions.

She put on her usual aloof face, then returned Daniel’s call.

“I know the signing is going to be in the afternoon, I’m going to Cool Company.”

The normally astute Daniel detected something was wrong and furrowed his brows, “Honey, where are you?