Watching Ellinorâs retreating figure, Patricia finally dropped her icy facade, turned around, and put on her usual sweet and gentle smile.
She said to the new secretary in the CEOâs office. âJone. I hope you can keep an eye on my brother from now on. As you know, many wornen try to get close to him under the guise of work, and I want to keep him from being bothered by women with ulterior motivesâ
The secretary named Jone nodded in agreement, âMiss Howard, I understand. Donât worry, Iâve got this. If anything happens on Mr. Howardâs end, Iâll let you know right away, especially any moves by that sales manager. I wonât give her any chance to pester Mr. Howard.â
âMmm, Iâm relieved youâre here. Jone, youâre special and nothing like those ordinary girls. Keep it up, okay?â Patricia said, smiling warmly. Then she turned and walked into her brotherâs office Jone blushed, feeling secretly delighted as her mind began to run wild.
Miss Howard just said that she was different from other girls and even told her to keep it up.
Did this mean Miss Howard wouldnât mind her getting close to Mr. Howard and she might have a chance to become the lady of the Howard family? Would Miss Howard accept her?
If so, Miss Howard really was as kind as the rumors said, without any of the arrogance of a rich girl.
In the CEOâs office.
When Patricia walked in with a thermos, her brother Balfour was frowning at a test paper their younger brother Byran had just finished, his frown deepening the more he read.
âWhat the heck have you been learning all these years? You canât even do basic math?â
Byran was terrified. His head was lowered, not daring to speak.
He didnât know how to answer any of the questions, but he didnât dare leave them blank in front of Balfour, so he just wrote whatever came to mind.
Balfour rubbed his forehead, barely able to accept that this uneducated, unintelligent child was a member of the Howard family and his own little brother. He had intended to go over the wrong answers and explain the concepts Byran didnât understand, but there wasnât a single correct answer!
All those tutors theyâd hired over the years were a total waste. Despite years of coaching from renowned teachers, Byranâs academic level was still at an elementary school level. He was absolutely hopeless.
Balfourâs face looked stormy as he threw the paper back in front of Byran, âRewrite it all!â
âOkayâ¦â Byran was so scared that he didnât dare breathe. He put his head down as he started to rewrite.
Seeing this, Patricia sighed in resignation and walked over.
âYouâre tutoring Byran? Donât be so mad. I brought some chicken soup. Letâs take a break and have some soup.â
Balfour looked up when he heard the sound of her voice, his expression still not softening. âWhat are you doing here again? The kid is still in the hospital; shouldnât you be there taking care of him? Whoâs going to look after him if youâre not there?â
Patricia was taken aback by her brotherâs cold and displeased tone.
He had never spoken to her like this before. Ever since Ellinor exposed her bribery of the restaurant waiter yesterday, he had been distant and hardly spoke to her.
She explained in a small voice, âI left Haillie and the nanny with the kid. I thought you might be tired from work, so I brought you some soup. I asked the nanny to cook extra when she was making it for Baber. You must be tired from work, so have some soup to replenish your energyâ
Balfour glanced at the thermos in her hand and said nothing. âThe kid has burns. He needs to eat less greasy food.â
Patricia looked pale, âI know, Iâ¦