CHAPTER 122: CHAPTER 122: I’D LIKE SOME GOOD LUCK TOO

Hawthorne Group.

Early in the morning, Amber Yates was acting all mysterious.

"Poppy, today our department has a new coworker. One is a Sutton, taking over Crystal’s position."

Crystal was Amber Yates’s direct superior. Last week, with internal personnel changes, she moved to Cinderfall to be with her husband.

Originally, Amber Yates was feeling down.

Not because Crystal was particularly nice.

But because with Crystal gone, she’d have to report directly to Declan Hawthorne!

Just thinking about that made Amber Yates’s heart throb painfully, as if she were about to have a heart attack out of nowhere.

Luckily, a new leader parachuted in.

On the other side, Janine was putting on makeup, her eyes wide open as she stuffed high-prescription colored contacts onto her eyeballs.

She looked quite menacing.

"I heard that this Miss Sutton is supposedly the fiancée candidate Hawthorne Group found for President Hawthorne."

Amber Yates clicked her tongue.

She didn’t think much of it.

"Hawthorne Group found her. Wasn’t Rachel Rivers the last one? If those at the top approve, and President Hawthorne approves, then I think I’d be fine too!"

Janine sneered.

"This one’s different. My husband says she was brought in by Old Master Hawthorne, and even President Hawthorne can’t oppose it."

Finally getting the contacts in, Janine blinked hard.

Tears welled up and fell.

Amber Yates lowered her voice, "So what? Do you know why Miss Sutton is working at the company? It’s because President Hawthorne hasn’t agreed yet! If he really agreed, would she have to come to our department?"

True that.

If Declan Hawthorne had really agreed, Miss Sutton should be at home preparing for marriage.

She wouldn’t have to come to the thankless marketing department.

It’s only because the marketing department is where Declan Hawthorne usually engages the most.

Morgan Sloan walked in.

He clapped his hands, "Today we have two new coworkers, Serena Sutton replacing Crystal, and Justin Hawthorne replacing Nina."

Amber Yates raised an eyebrow, her gossip instincts kicking in.

"Secretary Sloan, is she really President Hawthorne’s fiancée?"

Morgan Sloan looked at Amber Yates with a face full of ’it’s complicated.’

He wasn’t planning to say anything.

But then he glanced at Poppy, who seemed unfazed, as if she hadn’t heard a thing, and coughed twice.

"No, don’t spread rumors. Just do your work."

Amber Yates had her fill of gossip and gave an ’OK’ gesture happily.

Morgan Sloan looked at Poppy.

"Young Hale, what do you think about all this?"

Poppy looked puzzled.

She looked up to see Morgan Sloan and Amber Yates staring at her, paused for a moment, and then said, "Respect, blessings, not familiar, no comment."

As expected of Poppy.

It’s her usual style when gossiping.

Amber Yates and the others weren’t suspicious, and Morgan Sloan left with his heart pounding.

Upon returning, he didn’t dare tell Declan Hawthorne about it.

He just mentioned there was a rumor in the marketing department about Serena Sutton being Declan Hawthorne’s fiancée.

Declan Hawthorne nodded, "Probably a story from the old man."

A moment later.

Within the group, an invitation was sent out.

Originally, it was thought someone high-up was getting married.

Upon opening it, Amber Yates nearly spat out the apple she was eating!

"Chairman of Hawthorne Group, Mr. Kenneth Hawthorne, plans to wed on his seventy-fifth birthday? The choice of bride is pending, and everyone is welcome to introduce suitable candidates to the old master?"

Attached were the profiles of several suitable lady candidates for internal staff voting.

The further she read, the more Amber Yates felt her brain wasn’t enough to comprehend it all.

Poppy clicked on the post.

She saw the signature, Declan Hawthorne, and couldn’t help but chuckle a little.

Someone peeked at Poppy’s computer and pointed at the screen, "I think this grandma seems promising."

Poppy shifted a bit to make space.

Justin Hawthorne, holding a coffee cup, looked at the screen and clicked his tongue twice.

"Too bad this grandma said she’s not interested in the old master. Look how messy this got."

Amber Yates inspected the suddenly present unfamiliar beauty and curiously asked, "Sister, who are you?"

"Justin Hawthorne, temporarily the director of Poppy and Janine’s group."

Temporarily, because Justin Hawthorne was sure that when her presence was no longer needed here, Declan Hawthorne would certainly send her away.

She couldn’t just ignore her own company.

Amber Yates didn’t expect the parachuting manager to be so gentle.

And also to know about some senior dating secrets.

"And what about this one?"

Justin Hawthorne shook his head, "She’s not bad. Her children are even willing, but she requests to be wed by morning and for the old master to pass away by afternoon. Who can guarantee that?"

With a family and property level like Old Master Hawthorne’s,

if someone could guarantee a morning wedding and afternoon departure,

Amber Yates clicked her tongue, feeling quite regretful.

"If there were such a good deal, I’d be willing too."

Poppy had a feeling that Justin Hawthorne’s appearance here carried a deeper meaning.

"Was it President Hawthorne’s idea?"

Justin Hawthorne smiled warmly at Poppy.

"Yes! Poppy, which of the elderly ladies do you think suits the old master best?"

Poppy shook her head lightly.

"These elderly ladies have too gentle a temperament. The last one looks a bit fiercer."

Justin Hawthorne’s eyes lit up.

She turned and sauntered off to the CEO’s office.

Amber Yates lowered her voice.

"How does Director Hawthorne know so much?"

Poppy calmly replied, "Check the company’s website on the beverage distributors page."

Amber Yates clicked on the screen.

A moment later, she covered her mouth and said, "Is she President Hawthorne’s sister?"

Fortunately, nothing inappropriate was said earlier.

-

After work.

Poppy told Truth Hale.

To let Florence Lynch go to bed early, as she’d be working late, and then she left the company.

She followed the location she found on her phone, heading to where the family of the previous incident involving the Hale family’s company was.

There was a stretch of road in an urban village.

Poppy stood by the roadside, pondering whether to ride her electric bike or hail a cab.

A car pulled up, the window rolled down, and the driver leaned out.

"Poppy? What are you doing here?"

Poppy saw Mason Rivers and was a bit surprised.

"I’m headed to a community up ahead."

"Hop in, I’ll take you there."

It wasn’t easy to catch a cab here. After Poppy got in, Mason Rivers asked what she was going there for.

"My family’s factory had an incident before. I wanted to visit the family involved to ask about the details from back then."

Mason Rivers frowned.

"You’re going alone? I’ll go up with you. People around here aren’t that easy to deal with. Going up there alone, you might not make it back unscathed."

Mason Rivers’s concern wasn’t unfounded.

The previous incident had caused quite a stir.

The family probably wasn’t easy to deal with either.

Poppy hesitated, "Is it too much trouble for you?"

"Just let me win a few more games in return. It’s no big deal."

Mason Rivers parked the car and went to a fruit shop at the entrance of the community to buy some fruit and milk.

Then he accompanied Poppy to knock on the door.

The door was opened by a middle-aged woman with a dark expression.

Seeing Poppy and Mason Rivers standing at the door, she said harshly, "Who are you? Who are you looking for?"

Mason Rivers was about to speak when Poppy held him back.

She stepped forward, a friendly smile on her face.

"Hello, we’re from the media, and we’d like to interview you about the Hale factory incident."

The middle-aged woman looked Poppy up and down.

She hesitated for a moment, "Come in then."