Chapter 936
The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning
Unsure of what Zach was contemplating after being silent for a while, the technician offered another possibility, âIf the laptop hasnât been tampered with, another reason could be a sudden power outage. If the battery is depleted and the plug is pulled directly, it can cause an improper shutdown that could damage the system files. To fix the laptop, we have to reinstall the operating system. Thereâs no other way.â
What the technician said was something Zach should have thought of earlier. He played a rhythmic pattern on his desk with his fingers. Then, he lifted his wrist to check the time. âPrepare a new laptop for me immediately,â Zach ordered, âand notify the senior executives to send copies of all important documents for the year to my email.â
Kevin, observing that Zach was not showing much emotion on his face, figured that the laptopâs malfunction was probably related to last nightâs international video conference. He had been taking notes when suddenly, the laptop made a noise, and the screen went black. It must have had something to do with Madelyn.
âA laptop breakdown like that was no minor matter as it contained contracts and agreements worth billions. If anyone else had been responsible, they would have been in severe trouble. But for Mr.
Jardin to remain expressionless and unconcerned, it must have been Madelynâs doing. Aside from her, no one else would dare tamper with Zachâs laptop, as the important data inside could lead to legal liabilities if lost.â
Kevin thought.
After the technician left, Zach tried to turn on his laptop a few more times but without success. He handed the unresponsive device to Kevin and said, âDestroy it.â
âYes, Mr. Jardin,â Kevin responded. Then he inquired, âShould I reschedule the morning meeting later?â
âNo need,â Zach replied.
Kevin left the CEOâs office with a nod.
In Southern Haven Villas, while Madelyn was finishing her painting, Margaret brought her freshly made stewed chicken potato soup.
âMs. Jent, you should rest your hand and eat the soup,â Margaret urged.
Without looking up, Madelyn replied, âJust leave it there. Iâll drink it later.â
Margaret protested, âOh no, that wonât do. Mr. Jardin has instructed that you eat your chicken potato soup every day and insisted that I watch you finish it. He even threatened my bonus if I didnât ensure you did. Plus, the soup is good for your health, especially since youâve been going to the hospital so often.
Madelyn preferred some peace and could not stand Margaretâs chattering. It disrupted the serenity she cherished. She offered a solution to Margaretâs dilemma, âIâll pay you whatever heâs offering, and Iâll let you off this chore. I really canât drink this now. If you like, you can have it and tell him Iâve finished it.â
Margaret would have liked to take the easy way out, but she refused, âOh, I couldnât possibly do that!â
Madelyn finally set down her paintbrush and turned her full attention to Margaret. Madelyn asked, âWasnât it always this way before?â
Margaret hesitated, clearly conflicted, but eventually relented with a wave of her hand. She said, âBefore was before, but now, Mr. Jardin is being too generous. If I donât do as instructed, I wonât feel right accepting the end-of-year bonus heâs promised.â
Madelyn pursed her lips, firm in her resolve. She said, âI will pay your salary, and the year-end bonus will be just as much as the last time. You wonât miss out on anything.â
Margaret was tempted by the offer. She said, âMs. Jent, you know that whether it comes from you or Mr. Jardin, itâs all the same to me! After all, weâre all family here.â
Margaretâs last remark was meant to be teasing, but it caused Madelynâs expression to darken.
Margaret quickly realized she had crossed the line and kept quiet. Then, she leaned in close to Madelyn and conspiratorially whispered when she was sure they were alone, âItâs all because Mr.
Jardin is giving too much. I simply canât help but do as he says.â
âHow much did he give you? Iâll triple it,â said Madelyn.
Margaretâs eyes lit up with excitement. She responded, âMr. Jardin said heâd give me ten thousand dollars as a bonus at the end of the year and even sponsor my eldest grandson to attend a private kindergarten. You know those private kindergartens only have a dozen spots each year!â
Madelynâs eyes widened. She exclaimed, âTen thousand?!â
Margaret nodded earnestly and said, âYes, indeed! Mr. Jardin is incredibly generous, and I just canât resist his offers. Normally, I wouldnât dare to speak of such matters. Ms. Jent, please donât be upset with me.â
Madelyn spoke evenly, âI dónate a sum to the orphanage from my pay each month. I only keep enough for myself, which is barely enough to cover your monthly wages. I canât offer you thirty thousand dollars.â
Margaretâs astonishment was palpable. She said, âMy goodness, Ms. Jent. Youâre not pulling my leg, are you? If you really donât have the money⦠Well, I could perhaps lend you some?â
Madelynâs monthly income, which included occasional custom orders, was quite substantial at the time.
A couple of thousand a month was a respectable amount back in those early years. The wages for contributed.
Margaret did some calculations with Madelyn on their monthly income and found out that Margaret earned more than anyone else in the villa. In fact, Margaret had the easiest job of all: looking after Dalton while other staff managed the household chores.
As Madelyn began to drink her chicken potato soup, Margaret watched her take a sip, âMs. Jent, take your time. Iâll record a video for Mr. Jardin to see. Itâll help in my report to him.â
With technology advancing rapidly, even mobile phones can record videos now.