I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 305

When Gordon had stormed off in a huff, Jonathan knocked on the door of the president's office. When Gordon hod stormed off in o huff, Jonothon knocked on the door of the president's office.

Aidon got up ond wolked to the desk. "Come in."

Jonothon entered the office ond ploced o document on the desk. "Mr. Peorson, this is the minutes of the meeting ond some documents for you to sign."

Aidon gove o noncholont hum.

Jonothon couldn't resist his curiosity ond inquired, "Why does Old Mr. Peorson wont to orronge o dote for you out of the blue..."

Aidon snorted ot his remork ond flipped through the documents on the desk while quipping leisurely, "Why else? He's worried thot once Leonno is proven to be o member of the Crossley Fomily, she will teom up with me to deol with him. So, of course, he's on pins ond needles now." Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"He got the news so quickly..."

Aidon norrowed his dork eyes slightly ond didn't soy onything.

Gordon must hove been wotching Crossley Group's bidding session ot oll times ond wonted to toke odvontoge of ony weok points he could find, so it wos not surprising ot oll thot he would receive the news so fost.

"Hove you found Jethro?" Aidon osked.

Jonothon lowered his heod, chogrined. "No... He's very good ot hiding. We've ploced spies in vorious underground cosinos, but he never oppeors os if he could sense our presence."

Aidon pinched the bridge of his nose in onnoyonce. "Forget it, then. Find out how he escoped from prison. He shouldn't be oble to do this oll by himself."

"Are you soying thot someone is helping him?"

"He couldn't hove disoppeored for no reoson. If he hod been oble to control himself from gombling, he wouldn't hove messed up his life to his extent."

"I'll moke sure to investigote this motter." Jonothon nodded slightly.

"Hong on."

Aidon's voice echoed behind him os soon os he turned oround.

"Yes, Mr. Peorson. Is there onything else?"

Aidon licked his lips ond soid, "Don't tell Leonno obout this."

Jonothon kept o stroight foce ond soid seriously, "Okoy."

It seemed thot his poinstoking efforts were not in voin, os Aidon hod become better ond better ot

winning his ex-wife's heort.

After Jonothon left, Aidon took out his phone ond dioled Oscor's number. As soon os the coll wos connected, he osked, "How is it going?"

"I'm wotching him oll the time. He went home ofter the bidding ended ond did not do onything unusuol."

"Whot obout Doniel?"

"He olso went stroight home."

Aidon's lips twitched slightly. These people were indeed the epitome of potience. When Gordon had stormed off in a huff, Jonathan knocked on the door of the president's office.

Aidan got up and walked to the desk. "Come in."

Jonathan entered the office and placed a document on the desk. "Mr. Pearson, this is the minutes of the meeting and some documents for you to sign."

Aidan gave a nonchalant hum.

Jonathan couldn't resist his curiosity and inquired, "Why does Old Mr. Pearson want to arrange a date for you out of the blue..."

Aidan snorted at his remark and flipped through the documents on the desk while quipping leisurely, "Why else? He's worried that once Leanna is proven to be a member of the Crossley Family, she will

team up with me to deal with him. So, of course, he's on pins and needles now."

"He got the news so quickly..."

Aidan narrowed his dark eyes slightly and didn't say anything.

Gordon must have been watching Crossley Group's bidding session at all times and wanted to take advantage of any weak points he could find, so it was not surprising at all that he would receive the news so fast.

"Have you found Jethro?" Aidan asked.

Jonathan lowered his head, chagrined. "No... He's very good at hiding. We've placed spies in various underground casinos, but he never appears as if he could sense our presence."

Aidan pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Forget it, then. Find out how he escaped from prison. He shouldn't be able to do this all by himself."

"Are you saying that someone is helping him?"

"He couldn't have disappeared for no reason. If he had been able to control himself from gambling, he wouldn't have messed up his life to his extent."

"I'll make sure to investigate this matter." Jonathan nodded slightly.

"Hang on."

Aidan's voice echoed behind him as soon as he turned around.

"Yes, Mr. Pearson. Is there anything else?"

Aidan licked his lips and said, "Don't tell Leanna about this."

Jonathan kept a straight face and said seriously, "Okay."

It seemed that his painstaking efforts were not in vain, as Aidan had become better and better at winning his ex-wife's heart.

After Jonathan left, Aidan took out his phone and dialed Oscar's number. As soon as the call was connected, he asked, "How is it going?"

"I'm watching him all the time. He went home after the bidding ended and did not do anything unusual."

"What about Daniel?"

"He also went straight home."

Aidan's lips twitched slightly. These people were indeed the epitome of patience.

Oscar added, "Based on my findings, William's information shows that he does not have a daughter at all. So it means that either there is no such person in the first place, or..."

"He thought she was dead."

Oscar paused for a while before saying, "In that case, do you think that Leanna is... Is he—"

"It's too early to tell," Aidan interjected. "Keep an eye on them and notify me as soon as you notice something off."

...

Leanna had been in the office of her studio since she returned. She stared at the pocket watch, utterly immersed in her thoughts. Her expression was unreadable, making it highly difficult for one to guess just what she was thinking.

For some reason, she had a feeling that the truth was within her grasp, so close that it seemed like it was just a hand's reach away. She also felt that Mr. Jackson must be in the know.

Then, there was a knock on the door, and Zoe poked her head in. Leanna quickly placed the pocket watch down and asked, "Zoe, what's up?"

"Are you drawing a design?"

"Not yet." Leanna shook her head and massaged her temples.

Zoe presented the bags she had hidden behind her back and shook them enticingly. Inside the bags were coffee and pastries. "I've brought you some goodies! Snack first, work later."

With that, she put the bags on Leanna's desk and said, "I need to go out later for a shoot, and I'll go straight to review the houses. I won't return to the studio after this. So, be careful when you go home by yourself later."

"I will."

"When will you move in with the Crossleys?"

"In a couple of days."

Zoe sighed quietly. Suddenly, she jerked up as if something had crossed her mind. "Does Louis know about this?"

"I haven't told him yet. So don't say anything to him. Let's see how things go."

"Don't worry. My lips are sealed. I promise not to spill the beans." Zoe even made the gesture of pulling the zipper on her lips.

Finally, she urged, "Go ahead and eat those. I'm going out now. Tiffany and the girls will man the shop. So just do your work and don't bother about other things."

After Zoe left, the originally lively office became quiet again.

Leanna took a deep breath, turned on the computer, and began to draw the draft.

Time ticked by, and she couldn't ignore her sore muscles from maintaining the same position for hours. When she finally looked away from her work, the sky outside was already dark.

She looked at her phone, and it was already 9.00PM.

She massaged her stiff neck and walked out of the office.

No one was in the studio at this moment, as everyone had already gone home. Leanna walked to the pantry to pour a glass of water. When she took a sip, she heard footsteps from the door. She figured that it was Aidan, so she muttered without looking back, "Just wait for me outside. I'll be right—"

"Leanna."

It was Elijah's voice.

An astonished Leanna hurriedly placed the glass down and turned around with her eyes wide in shock.

Elijah, who was standing in the doorway, smiled at her. "You just got off work, right?"

Leanna nodded lightly.

Elijah pursed his lips before asking, "Are you free tonight? I want to take you out to dinner."

"Huh?" Leanna froze in shock. Just as she was about to answer, a cold male voice resonated, "Since Mr. Parker has kindly asked you out, just go."

Aidan stood beside Elijah, who was rendered mute and slightly awkward. He looked at Elijah and smirked unpleasantly. "I always happen to be around when you want to take her out to dinner. What a pleasant coincidence. It seems that I'm quite lucky."

Elijah chuckled in discomfort. He looked at Leanna, but when he thought of what she said when he entered, he retracted his gaze and tacked on, "Well, if you don't mind, you should join us."

"Thank you. Please wait outside. We'll be right up."

Elijah nodded absent-mindedly and turned to leave the studio.

"What are you doing?!" Leanna glared at Aidan in exasperation.

"Did you really plan to go to dinner with him alone?" Aidan raised his eyebrows.

"I—"

It wasn't like that. She simply felt that Elijah had something to say.

Before she could consider his invitation, this b*stard decided to mess things up.

Aidan said, "I'm coming with you."

"Why? He obviously has something to say to me. If you go, he can't say it."

"Why not? What is he worried about? Is it about something illegal or whatnot?"

Leanna looked at him in askance. This b*stard is so good at twisting my words into nonsense. At this rate, he can even persuade the birds to come down from the trees like Snow White.

Leanna grabbed her keys and whispered to Aidan as she sneaked a glance at Elijah, "Okay, you can go, but try to keep your talking to a minimum. Forget it. Don't talk at all! Not even a single word!"