Eugenia’s face fell. “I wonder what Young Mrs. Lynch meant by that?”Tamara smiled faintly, but there was something intimidating behind her eyes. One look at her will send shivers down anyone’s spine. “What I meant was no one is perfect. Some people are just know-it-alls. You have some piano skills, while I know sign language. It’s normal to not be able to play the piano, just like how it’s normal to not know sign language. I hope I have said it in a way that Miss Cooper could understand?” Eugenia was offended. She never thought Tamara would take the chance to teach her a lesson.Who did Tamara think she was?“You jest, Young Mrs. Lynch. The reason why I can’t understand sign language is that I’m not mute. Unlike you, I can still communicate with others without signing my words,” mocked Eugenia.Tamara’s eyes turned cold. Eugenia continued, “Sorry, I take that back. Even if you knew sign language, you still wouldn’t be able to communicate with anyone, since everyone around is lik

“Young Mr. Lynch, this is the finance report sent here by the finance manager. And this is the sales plan from the sales manager. And…”Jerome was going through the documents with Sebastian. Just when they arrived at the door, they heard a woman’s voice coming from inside. “President! I caught this bitch sneaking into your office with ill intentions!”Jerome looked up, and his jaw dropped to the ground.Wasn’t the woman from the PR Department?Why was she here in the president’s office?And she was even grabbing Tamara and accusing her of ill intentions toward Sebastian?Sebastian had a calm look on his face. His gaze fell on Jerome. “How did she get in here?”Jerome stammered, “I…”Jerome had no clue at all!He turned to glare at his helper only to find them missing from their place.Jerome was doomed!When the woman saw Sebastian, she was both excited and shy. But she needed to get rid of Tamara first.The woman pulled Tamara in front of Sebastian and pointed an accusing

“You don’t have to send me back. I’m going to look for Margot,” wrote Tamara.Jerome was stunned. “But Young Mr. Lynch told me to fetch you home.”Tamara felt a little helpless. She typed: “Can you keep this a secret?”Jerome was conflicted. “Please don’t make this hard for me, Young Mrs. Lynch.”Tamara sighed. “Tell Sebastian I’ll be going to Margot’s place. He wouldn’t stop me. Drive me there.”Jerome was still on the fence. After seeing the gentle look on Tamara’s face, he relented. “Get in, Young Mrs. Lynch.”Tamara smiled before getting in.She sent Sebastian a text: “I’m going to look for Margot.”Y replied: “Ask her to come to you instead. You shouldn’t go to places like 1999.”Tamara replied: “I’ll be there soon. Don’t blame Jerome for this.”Tamara kept away her phone after sending the text.She ignored her phone whenever it buzzed.She was busy pondering over the possible reasons why Jocelyn would be working at 1999.Quentin had sent Jocelyn to study abroad and h

Tamara nodded. Of course, she had heard about Bellmare’s Gladwell family.There were the big four in Bellmare, and they had a monopoly over Bellmare’s economy, with family branches all over the country.And the top dog of Bellmare was the Lynch family.Tamara used to wonder if there were any connections between Sebastian and the Bellmare’s Lynch family.“James is here on an errand in Londsville. The business operations here were all hosted by him. He had been staying at 1999 so that he could meet up with his business partners easily,” explained Margot. She soon changed the topic. “I heard from the manager that Jocelyn had been working here for the past week.”A week?According to Anthony’s investigation, Jocelyn only came back three days ago.It seemed that someone had sneaked Jocelyn home.Tamara stood up. “I’m going over to have a look.”Margot copied Tamara’s action. “I’ll go with you.”The two of them arrived at the basement. It was a big bar with dim lighting and shining

In the car, Sebastian carefully tucked Tamara into the front passenger seat and bent over to fasten the safety belt for her.Immediately, she was overwhelmed by the refreshing scent on his body. His alluring face was close to hers, his breath gently tickling her face and causing her to blush.When he was done with the seat belt, he noticed her delicate earlobes were as red as beetroots. With a suggestive look in his eyes, he chuckled. “Are you shy?”The question sounded like a statement to her.Trapped between the seat and his chest, she had nowhere to hide.“I’m tired. Let’s go home,” she trembled as she signed.His breathing deepened as he cast a serious gaze at her. “Have you tried any treatment for your vocal cords?”Surprised, she paused before shaking her head.She recalled that her mom had told her about the congenital vocal cord disorder that she was born with.Her birth was a joyful event for the family. Unfortunately, after she was diagnosed with the vocal cord issue