CHAPTER 226: CHAPTER 226: PURSUING YOU IS MY FREEDOM

Even though Tanya Sinclair still didn’t know Jasper Monroe’s identity, he didn’t seem like someone easy to mess with.

She rushed forward and dragged Daisy Bell away, handing her over to Mia.

"Sorry, my friend is drunk. I can pay for your clothes," Tanya Sinclair apologized to the man, protecting Daisy Bell.

Jasper Monroe’s gaze fell on the woman’s face, his amber eyes slightly narrowed behind his glasses.

This face seemed familiar to him.

"Mr. Monroe!" Julian Poole walked over briskly.

During his years abroad, he had dealings with Jasper Monroe’s company. They had met a few times in public events; one was from an elite old-money family, the other a new rising star in the tech world. They were somewhat acquainted.

Jasper Monroe nodded slightly at Julian Poole and had already taken off his coat, with his assistant Chase Quinlan immediately taking it and tossing it into the nearby trash bin.

"Apologies, Mr. Monroe. These are my friends. The drunk one encountered some ill-intentioned individuals at work and suffered a lot," Julian Poole cast a glance at the bald Boss Warner beside them, with his words hinting at enough, and smiled, "Mr. Monroe, please be understanding. I know your clothes are custom-made. Perhaps I can..."

"It’s a small matter, no need to worry," Jasper Monroe casually glanced at the dazed Daisy Bell.

She also realized her mistake, clasping her hands together, bowing like a lucky cat to him.

Jasper Monroe: "..."

At this moment, the elevator arrived, and Jasper Monroe strode directly inside, followed by his assistant Chase Quinlan. Boss Warner glared viciously at Daisy Bell, wanting to enter but was blocked by Chase Quinlan.

"Sorry President Warner, our Mr. Moretti has a private engagement and is in a hurry. Please wait for the next elevator."

"Alright, alright," Boss Warner nodded deferentially.

The elevator doors slowly closed, reflecting Jasper Monroe’s sharply defined handsome face in the mirror. After a moment of thought, he spoke: "Chase, that woman..."

"The one who threw up on you was Daisy Bell. Her father, Daisy Senkle, was personally reported by you to the police years ago and sentenced to life imprisonment."

Jasper Monroe’s expression remained unchanged.

Chase Quinlan calmly continued his report, "As for the woman who protected her, if I remember correctly, that should be Tanya Sinclair. During the period when Mr. Pierce underwent closed treatments, he repeatedly drew her portrait... In fact, he made over a thousand sketches."

Jasper Monroe: "..."

So it’s her.

Declan Pierce’s touchy subject, and he encountered it on his very first day back.

Interesting.

On the other side, Boss Warner glanced disdainfully at the intoxicated Daisy Bell, feeling somewhat frustrated, but he could tell that Julian Poole and Tanya Sinclair were both not easy to deal with. He snorted coldly, "Daisy Bell, you’re something! We have plenty of time in the future!" Then he left with his men.

Mia worriedly said, "Ms. Tanya, Ms. Daisy is not in a state to travel far. We need to find a place for her to sober up and clean up."

Julian Poole suggested, "I have a suite reserved long-term at The Olympian Hotel nearby. If you don’t mind, Ms. Bell can rest there."

Tanya Sinclair thought for a moment; it seemed like the only option.

"Then we’ll trouble you."

"Not at all." Julian Poole looked deeply at Tanya Sinclair, "Your friends are my friends. I’ll go get the car, and you help her down."

After Julian Poole left, Mia couldn’t suppress her curiosity.

Mia: "Ms. Tanya, does Mr. Poole have feelings for you?"

"Don’t talk nonsense, he’s just an old friend."

"Oh, but he’s quite nice, willing to help us like this."

Tanya Sinclair thought of his care for Cindy Lynn and said unemotionally, "Yes, he’s very good to everyone."

Tanya Sinclair and Mia helped Daisy Bell to the entrance, and Julian Poole had driven the car over.

The three of them helped Daisy Bell into the room; she was half-awake and half-drunk. Tanya Sinclair and Mia worked together to change Daisy Bell’s clothes, remove her makeup, and clean her up a little.

Julian Poole came in with a bowl of sobering soup.

"I had the hotel’s kitchen prepare this. It will make Ms. Bell feel better after drinking it."

"Thank you," Tanya Sinclair took the bowl. Julian Poole, understanding, stepped out.

Tanya Sinclair helped Daisy Bell sit up to drink it; after she finished, she laid her back on the pillow.

Afraid she might feel nauseous while sleeping, Tanya Sinclair arranged for Mia to stay by the bed.

She walked out, intending to thank Julian Poole again.

Julian Poole was nowhere to be seen in the living room. After looking around, Tanya Sinclair saw him on the balcony, making a call.

Tanya Sinclair did not disturb him, sitting on the sofa and pulling out her phone. She had sent a message to Declan Pierce, who hadn’t responded yet, possibly held up by Old Master Kendall.

Sending more messages felt inappropriate...

"Tanya." Julian Poole just finished his call and came in.

Tanya Sinclair stood up to meet him, "Julian, I really need to thank you for today. I’ll pay you back for your clothes."

Julian Poole sighed, "When will you stop being so polite to me?"

Tanya Sinclair smiled, "Even close siblings have clear accounts. We’re friends, but I can’t take advantage of you."

The word "friends" made Julian Poole feel a bit hurt.

But Tanya Sinclair’s gaze was indeed straightforward and clear, without any ulterior motives.

Julian Poole took a deep breath.

"Tanya, I know you’ve just divorced, and I know you’ve been deeply hurt by Vincent Hawthorne..."

Tanya Sinclair knew what he was about to say, wanting to interrupt, "Julian."

"Let me finish, okay?" Julian Poole spoke gently, with a hint of self-deprecation, "Actually, I should thank Daisy Bell. You’ve been intentionally avoiding me these days. If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t know when I’d get a chance to meet you."

Tanya Sinclair: "..."

Julian Poole: "Tanya, I’m not expecting you to accept me right away, but I hope you can give me a chance. A chance to pursue you, okay? If I do anything wrong or make you unhappy, you can tell me directly. I can change!"

Tanya Sinclair lowered her eyes to avoid Julian Poole’s intense gaze.

"Julian, you’re a good person, but I just see you as a friend. Don’t waste your time on me."

Julian Poole said softly, "Who knows about the future? There are countless examples of old friends becoming soulmates and lovers. Why can’t it be us?"

Tanya Sinclair felt a headache coming on; why wouldn’t this man listen?

"Julian..."

Julian Poole interrupted her, "Nothing you say will change my decision. I refuse your refusal, and pursuing a single lady is my freedom too."