CHAPTER 695: CHAPTER 695: NOTHING CAN PREVENT IT

Turning around, she walked lightly towards the bedroom, leaving Lydia Ingram’s voice behind.

Monica Usher would never let Lydia Ingram inside, under no circumstances!

She locked the door to the master bedroom and lay wearily on the bed. She had been designing for several hours, and was really quite tired.

As soon as she closed her eyes, Justin Kingston’s figure lingered in her mind.

Outside the door.

Lydia Ingram had a feeling that Monica Usher was inside.

Delivering fruit to her personally, coming over as the boss to check on her, why wouldn’t she even open the door?

The doorbell was loud enough, it couldn’t have gone unheard.

Lydia Ingram recalled Monica Usher’s state after coming out of Aethel Falls, seemingly avoiding him.

"Monica Usher!" He knocked harder on the door, "I brought you some fruit! Open up!" As if he was determined to knock the door open!

Inside the house, on the bed in the master bedroom, Monica Usher’s tears soaked the pillowcase...

Whenever she thought of Justin Kingston, that unbearable pain would sweep over her, her memories rushing in like a tide.

The two of them were so close, yet why couldn’t they be together?

Monica Usher had dedicated her whole youth to Justin Kingston, striving every moment to improve herself, yet why had he never looked her way?

Why was it always about work between them, nothing else?

At her age, if there was someone she loved but couldn’t have, while lacking family and friends around, feeling lonely often was normal.

This sense of loneliness was easy to consume her... making her lose clarity, leading her to unknowingly cry.

Outside the door.

Lydia Ingram reluctantly set down the fruit bag, he could only leave empty-handed... his mood wasn’t much better.

About two hours later, Monica Usher came out of the master bedroom.

She hadn’t heard the doorbell nor the knocking, and through the peephole, Lydia Ingram was nowhere to be seen.

Monica Usher tried opening the door, picking up the bag left on the ground, inside were durians and blueberries, some lychees and jackfruits, along with two packs of cigarettes she had never seen before.

She glanced at the hallway, empty.

She closed the door, placing the items on the table.

Not much interest in the fruits, but the cigarettes were irresistible, she picked up a pack, opened it, took one out, lit it, and the taste was intensely enjoyable without needing a deep inhale.

"What a great thing." Monica Usher’s lips slightly curled, "Lydia Ingram, oh Lydia Ingram, we’re definitely not on the same path."

That’s why, no matter how Lydia Ingram tried to be attentive, Monica Usher would always keep her distance from him.

A killer, just a mad devil.

The next morning, at R-Alan Group, the design department was bustling! Everyone came in early, truly a rare occasion.

"Is your design finished?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Mine is finished too."

"I stayed up late last night, finally had inspiration in the wee hours."

"Me too, I didn’t sleep until three."

Just like that, to get Monica Usher’s 500,000, everyone completed their designs within 24 hours.

And Monica Usher kept her promise, transferring 500,000 for each draft she checked.

"Thank you, President Usher!"

"Thank you, President Usher."

The people who usually weren’t pleased with her were now all smiles, bowing to her; this is human nature.

After distributing money to each designer, Monica Usher took the design drafts and entered the adjacent president’s office.

Upon hearing footsteps, Lydia Ingram, busy with work, looked up and welcomingly met her gaze, "Sit."

With full femininity, Monica Usher stood firm in front of the desk, "I’ve skimmed through these design drafts, it’s the highest level your designers can achieve."

This tone... this attitude...

Lydia Ingram slightly furrowed his brow, then looked up with a smile, "I’ll reimburse this money for you."

"No need."

Lydia Ingram studied her with his eyes, "Did you get the fruit and cigarettes outside the door? How’s the taste?"

"The fruit is average, the cigarettes are nice." Her tone was mild.

Nice?

That means she smoked?

Lydia Ingram smiled, and didn’t ask more questions, as long as she smoked, it’s good.