CHAPTER 50: CHAPTER 50: DON’T SCARE HER AWAY!

"Serena Sinclair."

Serena bent down to change her shoes.

Wyatt Hawthorne introduced loudly, "My senior, an outstanding designer with a promising future in the architecture industry. It took me a lot of effort to recruit her to my company, and to invite her here, you guys..."

One and all.

Wyatt’s gaze casually swept across everyone’s face, "Don’t scare her away!"

???

!!!

Is this an introduction?

This is definitely intimidation, don’t you think?

"Sister-in...Ms. Sinclair, right? Hello, hello, I’m Julian Rivera!"

Serena finished changing her shoes and walked into the living room.

Julian had already stepped forward first, reached out his hands to shake hers, "I’ve admired you for a long time, I hope you can look out for me in the future, Sister Serena!"

Sister-in-law.

Ms. Sinclair.

Sister Serena.

Advancing one step at a time!

Are you the smooth operator here or what?!!!

Everyone stood up one after another.

"Hello, Ms. Sinclair..."

"Hello, Ms. Sinclair, I’m..."

"Hello, Ms. Sinclair, I’m Brandon Thorne from Apex."

The same Apex where she went to an interview, and which extended an olive branch, but she politely declined without further contact?

Serena paused, a trace of embarrassment on her face, "President Thorne, I..."

"No need to feel embarrassed, Ms. Sinclair."

Brandon Thorne smiled, looking completely unconcerned, "Everyone seeks higher grounds, if it were me, I’d make the same decision as you, Ms. Sinclair!"

The group exchanged warm greetings.

Everyone took their seats.

2S gracefully leaped into Serena’s arms, snuggling and cuddling variously.

Serena’s heart raced.

Raising her eyes, she saw a group seated on the sofa, leaning by the liquor cabinet, or pacing by the floor-to-ceiling window lost in thought.

It was clear they all had a close relationship with Wyatt.

Serena relaxed.

Julian was eyeing that bottle of Romani Conti in Wyatt’s liquor cabinet, about to mention it.

Someone chimed in, "That’s right, it’s Novus... It’s the green utopia in the desert..."

The topic naturally shifted to architecture.

Julian: ...

Serena: !!!

"Sister Serena..."

Julian leaned over, lowering his voice to whisper to Serena, "This cat, is it yours?"

Serena was taken aback.

Julian seemed to already know the answer, swiftly extending his hand, "Well... you need to take responsibility, right?"

The pampered young master.

Still with pale cool skin.

At this moment, there were three distinct red marks on the back of his hand.

Freshly made, obviously from a recent scratch.

It couldn’t possibly be anything else but 2S.

The 2S in her arms glared menacingly at Julian, emitting low warning growls from its throat.

Serena turned the cat’s head away and nodded at Julian, "It’s my responsibility. Young Master Rivera, you see, shall I accompany you to the hospital, or... should I transfer the vaccine money to you instead!"

"Just transfer the money to me!"

Julian kept his composure, taking out his phone to open the WeChat QR code.

Beep!

When Wyatt turned around, he saw Serena scanning Julian’s WeChat.

And Julian looking smugly at him.

With a proud and triumphant expression: Bro, I’ve successfully infiltrated the sister-in-law’s circle!

Throwing a warning glance at him, Wyatt looked away.

Serena sent a transfer of 1999 over, "Young Master Rivera, here’s the vaccine money. Next time, when you’re free, I’ll treat you to a meal!"

"That sounds great!"

Julian nodded with a smile, putting his phone back in his pocket.

Adding her on WeChat was his goal.

The sister-in-law’s red packet?

He wouldn’t dare accept it even with borrowed guts!

When the chef announced dinner was ready, Wyatt nodded and led everyone into the dining room.

The large dining table that could seat over ten now had only six people sitting around it.

She was the only woman.

The odd feeling in Serena’s heart had just begun to surface.

Wyatt then remarked, "Claire Carson was supposed to come, but her boyfriend from abroad came back to surprise her, so she was called away halfway through."

Serena secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

They dined for over an hour.

At the table, the conversation ranged from the recent Novus City competition, to the just-concluded London International Design Awards, before returning to domestic topics.

That is, until everyone’s phones rang with alerts.

Some messages asked about the wine party’s start, urging to know where people were.

Innocent childlike voices saying "Goodnight Daddy."Everyone got up in good timing.

Serena patted 2S’s head, following the group out.

"Senior, I’ll have the driver take you home!"

"Thank you!"

Even though he walked at the forefront, Julian seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, turning to look back at Serena, "Sis, can I give you a ride..."

???

Changed again from Sister Serena to Sis?

The group turned their eyes onto Julian, full of blatant questions.

Only Brandon Thorne guessed the reason, taking a deep look at Wyatt, then Julian, "How many glasses of that Romani have you had?"

"Two glasses, but..."

Julian stopped, smiling at Wyatt, "Bro, when the driver takes Sis, can he drop me off on the way?"

Everyone: ...

"I’ll take Ms. Sinclair."

Brandon suggested, "The driver can take Julian."

The Thorne Family villa was not far from Hawthorne Tower, closest to Serena’s Old Town Lane.

Wyatt asked Serena, "Is that okay?"

Of course, it was.

In her mind was still Brandon Thorne’s earlier speakerphone call, the crisp "Goodnight Daddy." Before hanging up, another gentle voice said, "Don’t drink too much."

Brandon replied warmly, "I haven’t been drinking. I’ll be home soon."

Some men, being married is their shield, they only become honest when old and hung up on the wall.

Some men, their marital status brings extra peace of mind.

Serena replied, "Well then, trouble you, President Thorne."

The car drove out of the basement, Brandon Thorne spoke, "Earlier you mentioned Forest Cove, have you completed the design drawings?"

Serena was surprised, laughing, "President Thorne, it was just a sudden thought popped into my head, I said it casually when carried away in the conversation. I haven’t drawn anything yet."

Brandon shook his head, chuckling, "If in the future you did make them, you must remember to show me."

Forest Cove.

An amusement park nestled in the forest.

A fairytale world almost impossible to realize.

The conversation was thrilling at that time, even though it seemed a little naive, Serena still mentioned it.

No one present thought it childish, nor did they think it couldn’t be realized.

Everyone contributed, enriching Serena’s vague design inspiration with countless detailed elements, almost ready to put pen to paper.

Just by looking at Brandon’s expression, it was clear he was very moved.

The object of his delight, must be the little girl who sweetly said "Goodnight Daddy."

Serena nodded, "Definitely!"

The car stopped at the alley entrance.

Brandon Thorne mentioned the alley was dark, offering to walk her to the door.

Serena smiled and politely declined.

Without insisting further, Brandon Thorne directly turned the car around, stopped.

The bright headlights illuminated the pitch-black alley as bright as day.

Not until Serena waved to signal and walked in did Brandon Thorne drive away.

"Wyatt, your friends are really nice! ... Please thank President Thorne for me!"

Back in her room, Serena texted Wyatt.

She didn’t get a reply from Wyatt.

Instead, Julian’s message arrived, "Sis, didn’t you mention treating me to a meal? When? I’ll clear my schedule ahead of time."

Serena: ...

At the same time, Wyatt was on the phone with Brandon Thorne.

Usually calm and reserved, the big brother.

In this moment, his words were sharp, like a judge, "Wyatt, are you serious?"