Chapter 38 Connor Just Got Ghosted

“Mr. Connor, bad newsb–/bthe Lane family bjust /brejected the proposal we submitted.”

The assistant handed over the documents, speaking in a cautious tone.

“The rep from Lane Group also said that if we’re just going to be perfunctory, there’s no need to continue; they’re not blind.”

Connor went silent.

iBut /iithis /iiproposal/ii, /iithe /iiwhole /iipany /iistayed /iiup /iite /iiworking /ion iit/ii. /iHe had personally reviewed it and thought it looked great.

He didn’t think it was any worse than Scarlett’s work. How icould /iithey /iisay /iit iwas /iiworthless/ibi? /i/b

It was maddening.

Seeing that Connor hadn’t erupted in anger, the assistant continued.

“Mr. Connor, the rep said they’ll give us one more chance. If the next one doesn’t meet their standards, they’ll terminate the partnership.”

Connor’s expression darkened instantly.

He had worked so hard to board the Lane family’s ship; there was no way he’d let it slip away so easily.

“Call everyone who’s on leave–get them back. We’re revisiting the entire proposal.”

The assistant looked miserable.

“Mr. Connor, we can work overtime, but… there’s no guarantee the Lane family will be satisfied.”

Connor clenched his fists. iDo /iiI /iireally /iihave /iito /iigo /iito /iiScarlett for /iihelp/i?

“Mr. Connor, Ms. Joyner always helped before. Maybe this time-”

“No!”

The assistant froze.

“Mr. Connor, but the Lane family said this is thest chance.”

Connor bit down hard, his eyes turning cold.

Getting no response, the assistant had no choice but to go make arrangements with the nning department.

Left alone, Connor sat in deep thought. In the end, reality forced his hand. He called someone to investigate Scarlett’s current situation.

The report came back quickly.

b“/bShe offended Professor Miller. She bwas /bsupposed to be expelled, but word isb–/byou stepped inb, /band Mr. Wayne went beasy /bon her.”

Connor’s brows furrowed deeply.

He’d been swamped with the Lane family projecttely–he hadn’t had a moment to think about Scarlett.

There was no way he had intervened.

But it hit him.

Scarlett had always been someone who repaid kindness. If she ithought /ihe’d helped, then asking her for a favor wouldn’t be unreasonable.

With that thought in mind, he immediately pulled out his phone and dialed her number.

“We’re sorry, the number you dialed is currently unavable.”

At first, Connor figured she might be in an elevator or in one of those highly securebs.

But after a while, he called again–and it was still the same automated response.

That’s when it finally dawned on him.

iShe /iimight’ve /iiblocked /iime/ii. /iiSo /iithis /iis iwho /iiyou’ve /iibe/ii. /iiClearly/ii, /iiI /iihad /iitreated /iiScarlett /itoo iwell /iiin /iithe past/i. iNow /iishe /iithought /iishe /iicould /iido /iiwhatever /iishe /iiwanted/ii! /iiShe /iiseriously /iineeded /iito /iibe /iitaught /iia /iilesson/ii. /iHis fist mmed hard onto

the desk.

He grabbed his car keys from the desk and headed out.

Just as he reached thepany entrance, his phone rang–it was his mother.

“Connor, I’m telling you again–don’t bete tonight. The youngdy from Jinbiao Group has her eye on you!”

Connor frowned at her words.

Ever since the broken engagement, his mother had pretended not to cause trouble for Scarlett anymore, but behind the scenes, she’d been arranging blind dates.

He had turned her down every time with different excuses.

“If you don’t go, then stop calling me Mom. I’ll run away from home right now!”

“Mom, don’t be ridiculous.”

He couldn’t help but grow anxious.

His mother was emotional. If she said she’d run away, she’d actually do it.

And the world outside was a mess–he didn’t want her to suffer, not even a little.

“Connor. I’ve got to say it. what’s

and bmade /bbme /bblook /bbgood/bb, /bbut now bshe’s /bnothing!b” /b

“I told you so many times bto /bbreak up and cancel the engagement, but you kept brushing me off. And now lookb–/bshe humiliated you in public!”

“Let me be bclear/bb, /bbas /blong as I’m alive, Scarlett will inever /iset foot in the Jude family!”

Connor didn’t want to hear her rant, so he pretended to be busy.

“Mom, I have a meeting to get to…”

“Don’t try to brush me off!” Her voice suddenly shot up. “If you don’t go meet the Jinbiao girl tonight, bI’ll /bkill myself!”

“Well? Are you going or not?”

Connor let out a helpless sigh. “Fine, I’ll go–alright?”

Only then did she ease up.

“I’ll be waiting for good news tonight.”

After hanging up, Connor rubbed his temples.

biLooks /i/blike I ihave /iito /iideal /iwith ithe /iiScarlett /iisituation /iiquickly/i. iIf /iithis /iidrags /iion/ii, /iiit’ll /iionly /iiget /iiworse/i. He immediately ordered the driver to prepare the car to go to campus.

Scarlett returned to theb.

Jasper was in the middle of working on a brainputer interface experiment for the robotic cat.

That was when she learned that the robotic cat’s intelligence came from a brain–imnted chip.

Much of human knowledge could be stored and released through that chip.

Now, the robotic cat could even use its “brain” to y games on aputer.

It never once clicked on a mine in Minesweeper.

Scarlett was a bit stunned. iThis /iithing /iiis /iiprobably /iismarter /iithan /iia /iilot /iiof /iipeople/i.

Brainputer interface experiments had already been proposed in the real world, primarily to help patients with cerebral palsy regain function.

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