CHAPTER 78: CHAPTER 78: HIS VIEW OF HER CHANGED SLIGHTLY

Especially knowing about the sneaky tactics of the R-Alan Company.

Monica Usher was even more tense, squeezing time even during meals. Not only did she have to design her own works, but she also had to supervise the quality of others, and sift through the good and bad. Surely, the Queen of Eldoria’s taste wouldn’t be lower than her own.

"Rumor has it that the R-Alan Group is deliberately targeting our royal New Year’s design this time? But CEO Kingston handled it, President Usher, is that true?"

Monica Usher, as the vice president of the group, was never one for gossip.

But since someone asked, her response was to stabilize the team, "To become a designer attacking the international stage, you must fully immerse yourself in design and let your work speak."

"..." The person was left speechless, "Yes, President Usher."

Monica looked at everyone, she spoke again, "You must seize every minute and every second because the design drafts will soon be due, and the Queen of Eldoria will personally come to hear our design concepts."

"What? So soon?"

"She’s coming personally?"

"President Usher, when is she arriving?"

Compared to their expectation mixed with a bit of nervousness, Monica appeared quite calm, even though she had just learned the news.

She said, "In just a few days, no more than five days."

Everyone gasped in surprise, yet they were all very excited!

After all, it’s the Queen of Eldoria; what an honor to see her once?

Monica stood tall with arms crossed beside the glass door, "The Queen is coming for a tour, but she’s also dropping by the company to see our works, which shows how much she values this New Year’s design."

"Understood!"

"From tonight, everyone will probably have to work overtime."

Everyone immersed themselves in a tense yet expectant atmosphere of work, all hoping the Queen would choose their work at first glance.

Night, at Emerald Cove.

Justin Kingston finished his IV drip, took a hot shower, and stood in the master bedroom by the floor-to-ceiling window with a glass of red wine.

His deep eyes looked into the yard, no headlights shone in, no sound of vehicles, everything was silent...

Gigi and Dolly crouched at the door, their little heads full of gossip.

"Brother, do you think Daddy is thinking about Mommy?" Dolly asked in an ultra-soft voice, looking back.

But Gigi was puzzled and muttered to himself, "Did Daddy have a fight with Mommy? Is that why Mommy left?"

"That’s possible."

Justin took a sip of wine, slightly lost in thought.

The two little ones quietly went to the children’s room, Dolly analyzed, "Mommy knows we miss Daddy, so even if she fought with him, she wouldn’t tell us."

Gigi nodded in agreement.

Dolly felt aggrieved, suddenly wanting to cry, "I miss Mommy... brother."

"Don’t cry." Gigi, like a little grown-up, hurriedly sheltered his sister in his arms, "I promised Mommy I’d protect you, don’t cry, everything will be resolved."

"Will Daddy compromise? Will he give in to women?" In Dolly’s eyes, he was a god-like figure high above, feared by everyone.

"He will." Gigi comforted, "I’ll talk to Daddy tomorrow! And I have a plan to reconcile them."

"What plan?"

"Didn’t I tell you about it at the company today?" Gigi said, "It’s bound to work."

"But..."

"No buts." Gigi said solemnly, "You must keep it a secret."

"Mm-hmm."

In the master bedroom.

Justin put down the empty wine glass and picked up the tablet, opening Cora Yates’ personal page...

Related reports popped up.

This person turned out to be Mia Lane.

Clearly successful, yet doing poverty alleviation in a village.

In this light, it made sense that she was wealthy, Gigi and Dolly never lacked for anything, even one of their school bags was nearly a thousand-dollar brand.

She was the type to sacrifice herself but not her children.

Justin’s impression of her shifted slightly, becoming a bit more admiring.

His phone rang, and he glanced at the caller ID.

"Have you gone to sleep?" Monica Usher’s gentle voice came through after he answered.

He didn’t answer; picking up was indication enough that he wasn’t asleep.

But to her, the fact he didn’t refuse the call was already quite something. Monica spoke in a work-reporting tone, "All the designs from the design department have been sent to your email, please review them when you have time since the Queen is coming."

"Okay."

Just a simple word, but that magnetic voice felt like a warm current soothing her heart.