Chapter 505



Jake let out a laugh soon after. “As long as they’re happy, that’s what counts, right?”

Edgar massaged his temples, feeling a migraine coming on. He hadn’t realized Jake was such a hopeless romantic.

Meanwhile, the issues surrounding the Turner Group were nearly resolved. Generously, Jake had someone deliver the company transfer papers directly to Kallie.

Kallie didn’t hesitate; she had already agreed to it beforehand. She handed tens of millions over to Jake, knowing him as she did. Jake merely accepted the cash without a word.

The Turner Group continued under its usual management, though Kallie had implemented new regulations.

g Ɐ lnσ ν𝓮 ℓs․com, your storytelling home When the day came for Kallie to depart Halstead with Sophie, Ruth and Tilda arrived at the airport to bid them farewell. Ruth, the stalwart figure, now found herself shedding tears.

Kallie offered a helpless smile in response. “Don’t cry. I’ll be back again,” she assured them.

Tilda, drying her own eyes, tugged Ruth into a bow before Kallie. Kallie quickly lifted them both, flustered by the gesture. “You’re making things harder for me by doing this.”

Ruth dabbed at her tears, her voice quaking yet determined as she spoke. “Miss Nixon, should you need anything in the future, just let me know. Even if it costs me my life, I’ll do it for you. If you don’t tell me when you’re in trouble, I’ll see it as a sign you don’t trust me. We owe you that much.”

Kallie didn’t object, and just then, the announcement for boarding echoed through the terminal.

After boarding the plane, Kallie and Sophie settled into their seats. Kallie noticed someone sitting nearby. Stealing a glance, her heart skipped a beat—it was none other than Jake. Without a mask, his imperfect yet striking features were fully visible.

Kallie was taken aback, at a loss for words. Clearing her throat, she whispered, “What are you doing here? Aren’t you worried about being recognized?”

Jake’s smile twinkled with a mischievous charm. “No worries. I’ve booked the whole first-class cabin.”

Kallie pondered for a moment, still puzzled. “Shouldn’t it be Clayton sitting here? Why is it you?”

Clayton had mentioned an enterprise exchange in Burmoos just a few days prior. Since Kallie was returning to Burmoos, they had planned to travel together. With no good reason to decline, Kallie had sent Clayton her flight details, and he had secured the seat next to hers. Jake simply smiled, a knowing look in his eyes, and said nothing.

Clayton was on his way back to the Morgan Group at that moment. His subordinates reported that a significant breach had occurred due to hackers. If not addressed, the confidential data of the Morgan Group would be leaked.

The vice president came out to meet Clayton, visibly anxious. Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he said, “Sir, our internet security is always robust. I have confirmed that our employees are not involved.”

Observing the troubled looks of his employees, Clayton clenched his teeth in frustration. “It’s clear we’re being targeted,” he declared.

The vice president responded with alarm, “Who could it be? We should call the police immediately.” In Burmoos or Halstead, challenging the Morgan family openly was unthinkable. The mastermind was either daring or possessed considerable power. When had the Morgan Group ever provoked such a person?

Clayton quickly intervened to prevent the vice president from making a police call. “Don’t bother calling the police. It would be futile. The person responsible isn’t afraid of our investigations.”

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