CHAPTER 42: CHAPTER 42: SOMEONE WANTS TO POACH PRESIDENT LANCASTER

Downstairs in the company building.

Ivy Jennings had just gotten out of the car and saw Faye Turner walking towards her. She felt a slight tension in her chest, closed the car door, and waited for the other party to come closer before greeting her.

"Faye, what’s your relationship with the president?" Ivy grabbed Faye’s wrist to stop her in her tracks and asked directly.

Because she couldn’t figure it out in the past few days, she wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Faye turned her eyes, "You should ask him."

"I’m asking you today." Ivy increased the force of her grip, "What game are you playing?"

Faye found it quite absurd. With her other hand, she took out her phone. "Since you’re too embarrassed to ask, should I help you ask him?"

Seeing that she was really scrolling to the president’s number, Ivy quickly let go, "You two are really... together?"

Faye saw the disbelief in her eyes, "I said, go ask him." Without giving a direct answer, she walked towards the lobby.

Watching the girl’s departing figure, Ivy’s heart gradually sank.

If she hadn’t let go, would Faye really have called the president? Are they... dating? So why haven’t they gone public?

Not a girlfriend, just being kept?

Forcing herself to hold back her sadness, Ivy also stepped towards the lobby.

She so wished she could be the one to accompany the president for a long time, regardless of the capacity...

"Good morning, President."

On the 22nd floor, Ivy, in professional attire and high heels, came to Adrian Lancaster with documents, "Mr. Mark’s schedule has been confirmed. He’ll arrive at the airport at 3 pm tomorrow."

"Okay." Adrian reached out and took the documents, glancing at the man working diligently at the desk not far away, "Dustin, you’re responsible for picking him up."

"No problem!" Dustin was in a good mood today, even dressed more formally than usual.

Because tonight, he was having dinner with his First Love, his eyebrows even carried a hint of a smile, "Rest assured, President, I guarantee to accomplish the task excellently!"

With the Prestige Group’s strength, things like airport pickups wouldn’t be easily snatched away by other companies, would they?

Adrian sensed something too, "Assistant Shepherd, a man in high spirits during happy events, don’t you have something to share with us?"

Ivy also glanced over at him, "Did you put on powder? Why so pale?"

"It’s sunscreen!" Dustin emphasized, smiling warmly, "A manly guy like me would never wear powder! I can’t do something so effeminate!"

Besides, Faye wouldn’t like effeminate guys!

Thinking about dinner with Faye, he wished time would pass faster.

"President, I’m not working overtime today!" Dustin said to him, "I’ll finish everything in the afternoon, so give me orders early."

"Going on a date?" Ivy had a hunch, "Are you in a relationship?"

"Thank you! I wish good fortune would come to me!" Dustin was genuinely happy, "The day it’s official, I’ll treat you all to a big feast with a month’s salary!"

Ivy smiled, "Then you might be the first in our president’s office to be taken." After speaking, she subconsciously glanced at the president.

Adrian stayed calm, opened his computer, and started working.

He would never have thought that the woman Assistant Shepherd was thinking of was actually his wife!

Ivy and Dustin had just left for a moment when the phone rang. Adrian’s well-defined fingers picked up the receiver, "Hello."

"Hello, President." The other party respectfully reported, "The owner of The Fairy Tale Nook is called Faye Turner, Turner as in Turner Group, and Faye like the tree. Another owner is Rachel Sherman. ’Daily Sweet’ was created solely by Faye."

"Okay, I understand." Hanging up the receiver, the man’s thin lips pressed into a line.

In fact, yesterday in the study at Aqua Flora Residences, he was 99% convinced of what the woman said.

However, this involved Mr. Mark’s preferences and a billion-dollar deal, so he had to confirm that 1%. Caution is Adrian Lancaster’s way of doing things.

He was indeed a very cautious person, more seasoned than a 50-year-old entrepreneur, a genius in the business world.

On the 11th floor, in the design department’s big office.

With a head of blond curls, Jack was passing by Faye’s workspace with coffee in hand and tapped his fingers on her desk, "Hey, Director Jennings wants you to stop by her office."