Chapter 175 The Price for a Favor
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She said everything she wanted to say in one breath and felt a sense of relief. She let out a breath, having finally said it.
She had prepared so much to say on the way over, but at the critical moment, none of it was used.
She had ad–libbed. As expected, mental scripts were useless.
Seeing Sean remain silent for a long time, Tracy looked up at him nervously, only to find him looking right at her.
Their eyes met. In Sean’s eyes, she saw her own flustered reflection.
She quickly lowered her head, and then heard Sean say, “You don’t need to worry about this matter. Your uncle is my life–saver. It’s impossible for me to ignore his affairs.”
“I will have someone thoroughly investigate this, and I will make sure the people who hurt your uncle pay the price they deserve.”
He remembered the scene back then, after Riley had saved him and brought him back, how meticulously he had cared for him.
He never expected Riley to have suffered such a great injustice. No wonder he always saw sorrow in Riley’s eyes.
Now that he knew about this, he couldn’t possibly sit by and do nothing. He would definitely intervene.
Tracy looked up at Sean again. “Thank you, Sean.”
If it weren’t for Sean, the chances of overturning her uncle’s case would be very low. After all, the Xander family’s power still ranked high in Northport.
To fight them, she had to find someone more powerful than they were.
Sean suddenly leaned in, moving closer to Tracy. “How do you plan to thank me?”
The sudden proximity made Tracy uncomfortable. Her mind went blank, unable to think.
“I… I…”
When Gary came in carrying the milk, the scene he saw was Sean pulling at the young lady’s clothes.
Holy! This is intense! Is Mr. Johnson really this impatient, trying to do something in the office? Is this still our calm, self–possessed, and aloof Mr. Johnson? How come this feels wrong?
He held the doorknob, unsure what to do next. After all, if he interrupted Mr. Johnson’s “good time, would he be fired?
Just as he was hesitating whether to go in or close the door and leave, he heard Sean’s “golden” voice. “Put the milk down. You can go run your errands.”
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Chapter 175 The Price for a Favor
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Geven permission. Gary quickly walked over, set down the milk, and then rapidly left, pulling the door
closed behind hims
He didn’t pause for a moment, running faster than a rabbit, as if a ghost were chasing him.
Tracy pulled her sleeve down. Sean had just pulled it up to look at her injury.
In reality, the injury on her shoulder was just a minor bruise. After applying medicine a few times, the bruise had already faded
But Sean had been worried and insisted on checking it. She never expected Gary to see it.
Assistant Jiang probably got the wrong idea. That must be why he was so awkward and ran off so quickly
Thinking of this, Tracy blushed and looked up at Sean. “Can I go now?”
Sean picked up the milk from the coffee table and handed it to Tracy, “Drink the milk before you go.”
“Okay” Tracy took it and drank it all in one go.
Mm, the milk tastes pretty good. Sweet but not cloying, and the temperature is just right.
Sean took out his phone and made a call. “Help me investigate someone. I want all information on this person”
Tracy glanced at Sean, then placed the glass on the coffee table and stood up. “I’ll be going then. I’ll have to trouble you with my uncle’s case”
If she sat there any longer, she felt she would die of embarrassment. She didn’t know if Sean had done it on purpose, letting Gary walk in on such an ambiguous scene.
It was just too awkward!
“Mn. Don’t forget, you have to bring me meals every weekend. And it starts tonight.” Sean hung up the phone and reminded her.
Okay,” Tracy agreed.
After walking out of the Johnson Corp building, Tracy hailed a cab home. She had to rush back to cook, and after she was done, she had to deliver the meal to Scan.
She was really giving it her all to overturn her uncle’s case. She had promised Sean she would bring him Junch and dinner every weekend, and she would have to eat with him.
What kind of ridiculous rule is this? She looked at the time. It was almost 4:30 PM, with an hour and a half left until the end of the workday. What if I regret agreeing?
But on second thought, for her uncle’s sake, she felt it was fine. It wasn’t like she had anything to do on weekends anyway. If she had to deliver meals, so be it.
It was no big deal.
Tracy bought groceries, went home, and immediately started cooking rice and othe
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
