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But his mind drifted elsewhere.
If the Depp Group is in need of funding, why hasn’t Laura come to me?
Had she gone to Jake instead?
Annoyance flickered in his chest.
His expression darkened. He tossed the document onto his desk.
“You think just because the Floyd Group invests in good projects, I should throw money at anything with a high return rate?
Ms. Depp, are you stupid? Have you considered that I only invest when I feel like it?”
Margaret was completely caught off guard.
She opened her mouth but had no idea how to respond.
Shaun was already done with her.
“I have a meeting. Someone, show her out.”
Margaret panicked. She had finally secured this meeting – she couldn’t let it end like this.
She quickly blurted out, “Mr. Floyd! If you’re not interested in business, then let’s not talk about investments. I’ve always admired you – why don’t we have dinner instead?”
Shaun smirked, full of disdain.
“There are people lined up from Havenbrook to overseas just waiting to have dinner with me. What rank are you?”
At that moment, Xylia rushed in, grabbed Margaret’s arm, and subtly signaled for her to leave.
“Let’s go,” she whispered.
Margaret hesitated, stealing one last glance at Shaun’s tall, broad-shouldered figure.
Reluctantly, she turned and left.
Once the door shut, Shaun pulled out a cigarette, rolling it between his fingers before finally lighting it.
He took a deep drag, but even the sharp burn of nicotine didn’t ease the irritation in his chest.
Halfway through, he crushed the cigarette into the ashtray, unfinished.
Standing abruptly, he grabbed his jacket and strode out of his office.
On his way out, he crossed paths with Xylia, who had just returned from sending Margaret off.
Xylia straightened immediately, lowering her gaze. “Mr. Floyd.”
Shaun halted, his tone lazy yet sharp.
“This is the Depp family daughter you mentioned?”
Xylia blinked.
Wait… was there another Ms. Depp?
“Y-Yes, sir. Margaret is the Depp family’s daughter…”
Shaun scoffed. “I don’t like working with idiots. Ada, retrain Xylia before she resumes her duties.”
With that, he strode off toward his private elevator.
Ada, standing nearby, nodded. “Understood.”
Xylia wanted to cry.
Ada sighed. Looks like Mr. Floyd really hates the Depp family.
She picked up the phone and made a call to the front desk.
“From now on, if any Ms. Depp from the
Depp Group comes to see Mr. Floyd – reject them outright.”
Shaun drove back to Skycrest Villa.
The moment he stepped into the garden, a giant fluffy Samoyed came bounding toward him.
He reached out, catching the massive white ball of fur in his arms.
“You still think you’re a puppy, huh?” he muttered, cradling it with a hint of exasperation.
The Samoyed barked in protest, as if offended by the accusation.
Shaun chuckled, ruffling its head before setting it down.
Taking a brush from the dog sitter, he dismissed them with a wave.
Skycrest Villa staff all knew that Shaun doted on this dog beyond reason.
Despite just being a dog sitter, Hailey was at the top of the staff hierarchy simply because she took care of Pudding.
The vast estate was bathed in golden sunlight.
A winding stone path led through the lush greenery to a crystal-blue swimming pool.
In the center of the garden, a strikingly handsome man knelt beside a fluffy white Samoyed, brushing its fur.
Pudding, usually full of energy, sat obediently at Shaun’s feet today.
As if sensing his bad mood, it didn’t roll around or play – it simply licked his hand occasionally, offering quiet comfort.
Shaun absentmindedly combed its fur.
“Pudding, your mom has no heart.”
He scoffed. “She broke her childhood promise, found herself another man… If she sees you, will she even recognize you?”
He paused, then laughed at himself.
“No, she didn’t even recognize me. Why would she recognize you?”
Shaun gave Pudding a once-over and sighed.
“You’ve gotten fat. You used to be this tiny, scrappy little thing. Now you’re built like a damn lion. If I was hoping you’d remind Laura of the past, I guess that’s a lost cause.”
Pudding barked in protest.
Meanwhile, Laura suddenly sneezed.
“Who’s talking bad about me?”
The next morning, Laura searched her office for the Global Project investment report.
She spent the entire morning looking for it.
But it was nowhere to be found.
Her original plan was to take the report to Shaun, explain everything in a purely business manner, and see if he was interested in investing.
If that didn’t work…
She would swallow her pride and use the favor he had promised her. After all, Shaun had agreed to it himself.
But now, the report was gone.
She clearly remembered leaving it on her desk.
She had even worked late into the night to finish it.
“Quinn, has anyone been in my office these past two days?”
Quinn hesitated at the doorway, looking a little guilty. “Ms. Depp, no one has been in your office.”
Laura narrowed her eyes, staring at her in silence for a few seconds.
Quinn’s scalp tingled under her gaze, but she didn’t dare say anything.
She wasn’t the one who had taken the report. But she knew who had.
That day, when Laura wasn’t around, she had wanted to stop it.
