He explained, "It took me five years to move the Roberts Group to Jarold City, and there won't be another five years for me to wait. Two years. If I can't defeat them in two years, I will completely lose the opportunity when the high officials who plotted that accident are promoted once again."
Hendrix's tone was calm but convincing. If he did not proceed, he might regret it for the rest of his life. Sometimes, opportunities could not withstand the trial of time.
That night, Hendrix and I snuggled each other to sleep, but I had been thinking with my eyes open. I knew very well the man sleeping next to me was treading on thin ice, but I had no reason to stop him. I couldn't decide to support him or to lose him. I fell asleep at dawn.
When I woke up, Hendrix was no longer there. Minnie reported that he had returned to the company.
I hadn't sat down to have breakfast with Anne for a long time. Although I had no appetite, I still accompanied her to have a bowl of cereal.
I didn't expect Ian to come back. This time, he brought a lawyer with him. The two tall men stood together, looking quite imposing. It seemed that they had expected that I wouldn't let go, and had decided to go with the legal procedures.
Anne immediately went over and hugged Ian. "Uncle Ian!"
Ian smiled and rubbed her head. The lawyer next to him announced, "Miss Reid, I'm here on behalf of Mr. Ian to talk about the child's custody."
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