CHAPTER 30: CHAPTER 30: DON’T SPEAK IN HALF-SENTENCES

But the president isn’t someone with a chaotic personal life, even if he were, how could he be interested in Faye Turner?

Ivy Jennings wasn’t in the mood to shop anymore.

She couldn’t figure it out, where exactly did she fall short? She’s so excellent and works so hard, why doesn’t he see it?

After returning home, Faye Turner changed into the newly bought clothes.

She dressed up a bit, curling the ends of her hair into soft waves. That barely noticeable curve accentuated her face, making her look truly beautiful.

With mascara applied and a touch of light lipstick, her entire aura seemed enhanced.

When Faye Turner appeared again before Adrian Lancaster, this man who had seen countless people was briefly dazzled by her.

"How do I look?" Faye Turner spun in her dress in front of him, asking with a sweet smile, "President Lancaster, does this outfit look okay?"

The man holding a cup came back to his senses, took a sip from it, and said, "It’s okay."

Without receiving his praise, the girl wasn’t upset at all; rather, she felt his "okay" was a kind of recognition.

"By the way, guess who I met when I was buying clothes just now?" The girl eyed him, laughing softly as she asked.

Adrian Lancaster looked at her, "Don’t speak in half sentences."

Faye Turner chuckled, "I ran into Ivy Jennings."

He seemed uninterested, holding his cup, turning around, and heading into the study.

"Hey!" Faye Turner quickly followed behind, teasing, "Is your secretary interested in you? Has she confessed to you?"

The man sat in the chair, cast a disinterested glance at her, then withdrawing his gaze, casually flipped through a document without responding.

The elegant girl in a black dress had bright eyes, "She’s really considerate, thinking I might not afford it and reminded me especially."

Adrian Lancaster’s expression remained cold and unresponsive.

The girl suddenly frowned and curiously asked, "Tell me, President Lancaster, how much do you pay her? Why does she look down on people so much?"

The man found her somewhat noisy, raised his eyes, and said, "You don’t need to compare yourself with her; your status is different, not comparable."

Faye Turner acknowledged with a nod, "True, I’m Mrs. Lancaster, and she’s just a secretary. Even if there was something between you two, it would be unspeakable, right?"

"Faye Turner," Adrian Lancaster’s gaze deepened, "You lack even the right to be jealous; being ’Mrs. Lancaster’ is just three words!"

The girl smiled, not caring about what he said, "By the way, there’s a detail I need to inform you about, so be prepared for it."

She said, "When I paid, I used your card, and the cashier checked the name, which Ivy Jennings overheard."

Adrian Lancaster’s eyes darkened.

Faye Turner showed no fear of his aura, continuing with a smile, "I think she probably assumes... I’ve been kept by you and thinks you have poor taste."

"Get out," the man’s voice was icy.

The girl smiled at him again, turned, and left happily. After shopping, she felt great!

Adrian Lancaster sighed, an image of Faye Turner spinning in her dress before him flashed in his mind. He leaned back in his chair, slightly tilted his head, and closed his eyes, unconsciously recalling Sienna.

These two faces overlapped in his mind, causing him some agitation.

Around four in the afternoon, Adrian Lancaster headed out with Faye Turner. She seemed like a different person, unusually quiet, and didn’t tease him about Ivy Jennings.

Because Faye Turner felt pressure, she didn’t know what kind of woman Mrs. Lancaster was, but remembered Adrian’s words —

"You don’t need to go out of your way to please her; she won’t like you."

She felt immense pressure, like the tension of a concubine meeting the empress dowager. As the car drove towards the Lancaster estate, she sank into deep thought.

Adrian Lancaster had no intention of explaining anything to her; his own mood was somewhat heavy, evident from his subtly furrowed brows.