Chapter 61

“The guy who called and was all sarcastic was Mario.” Ben started to say something, then stopped

short.

“Can you stop beating around the bush? If there’s anything else, just spit it out.” Attlee was losing

patience, tugging at his tie, looking all sorts of annoyed. “Well, Allbara Investment doesn’t want to work

with us anymore. They seemed relieved, even pleased. I could hear them laughing at the end of the

call!”

Attlee tried to make sense of this. “No, I have to call Mario myself and find out what’s going on.”

Ben quickly fetched the office phone.

Attlee first called Mario, who usually picked up faster than anyone else. But now, there was only the

cold automated message: Sorry, the number you dialed is switched off!

Attlee refused to believe Mario was ignoring his calls. He tried several times, growing more agitated.

He’d been ghosted!

He undid the top button of his shirt and dialed Mario’s boss, Dylan, the head of Allbara Investment’s

Solterra division. To his surprise, Dylan had ghosted him, too.

Listening to the emotionless automated voice, Attlee’s frustration peaked. Holding back his anger, he

tried the other two companies.

They didn’t pick up his calls, either.

After an hour of futile attempts, no one was responding.

Ben stood off to the side, shivering, when suddenly he received a message.

“Mr. Murphy.”

“Can’t you see I’m pissed off? Shut up! Let me cool down! Attlee was very angry and extremely

annoyed.

Ben couldn’t speak, so he took a notebook from the desk and wrote: The board is looking for you,

Attlee glanced at the notebook Ben handed him, and his anger flared. “The board is looking for me;

can’t you just say it? Why do you have to write it down?”

“Mr. Murphy, you’re the one who told me to shut up.”

These people, when it’s time to share the profits, are happier than anyone. But the moment something

goes wrong, they’re the first to point fingers!” Attlee, frustrated, got up and grabbed his coat. “Never

mind them, get my car ready! I’m going to Allbara Investment Group.”

“Mr. Murphy.?”

“I’m going to have a word with Dylan!”

Meanwhile.

Following the location her mother sent her, Arabella arrived at a company.

The facade was made of glass, and the building was about nineteen stories tall and roughly five

storefronts wide.

A large stone at the entrance read, Collins Fashion.

Weren’t they supposed to be a very small company?

As Arabella walked in, she saw a receptionist dozing off. She gently said, “Hello.”

“Hello??” The receptionist, seeing a high–school–looking girl, rubbed her sleepy eyes. “Young lady, I

think you’re in the wrong place. This is Collins Fashion.” “My name is Arabella. I’m here to work.”

The receptionist, hearing this, was instantly wide awake. “Ms. Bennett? Right this way!”

Kenneth had already told them yesterday that someone would be taking over the company. Since they

hadn’t disclosed Arabella’s identity yet, they simply told the staff that Arabella was sent by the group’s

headquarters.

The receptionist led Arabella to the elevator and pressed the button for the highest floor, the 20th. “I’ll

take you to the office first.”