NovelEnglishChapter 707 "Forget it," Noelle quickly said. "There's no point inasking when he obviously doesn't want to tell me." Beatrice hadn't expected the conversation to take this turn. She was about to explain on Hendrix's behalf when Noelle took Rosie's hand. "Let's go rest over there." Rosie nodded eagerly at Noelle's suggestion. She had been riding for a while, and her cheeks were flushed from the sun.
Beatrice watched them leave, then quietly pulled out her phone to send a message to Hendrix.
"I'm in Tilwick. It'll probably take two or three days to handle things here. You and Rosie should stay at Sienna Villa for now. I'll pick you up when I get back." "I'm at the airport." "The plane is about to take off." "Just got off the plane. Heading to the hotel now." These were the messages Hendrix sent to Noelle throughout his trip. He even included several photos corresponding to each update.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNoelle stared at the endless stream of messages, her fingers hovering over the screen for a moment before finally replying, "Got it." She had thought her brief reply would make Hendrix stop messaging her. But to her surprise, it didn't.
If anything, he seemed even more motivated after seeing her response. He proceeded to send her details about the hotel he was staying at, the room's layout, and even his schedule for the next two days.
Noelle eventually muted his notifications.
Maybe he sensed her annoyance, or maybe he just got too busy, but the random updates stopped after that. After all, Noelle had seen the news about the incident. During the initial demolition phase of a project, a crane had malfunctioned, resulting in the death of a worker.
Someone had captured the tragedy on video. The clip-only a few dozen seconds long-spread like wildfire online. People were outraged, slamming the developer for negligence.
The victim's family had been camping outside Amity Group's subsidiary for days, demanding justice. They had even brought the deceased's body, covered with a simple white cloth.
In the age of social media, their protest drew a crowd of self-proclaimed journalists, all live-streaming on the scene.
The incident had undoubtedly thrust Amity Group into the spotlight. Every move and response from them now carried immense weight.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNoelle watched a few clips of the videos, her brows furrowing.
Something like this could certainly be considered an accident. But with an m important bidding conference coming up in Coppersville, it was hard not to read more into the company's trouble at such acritical moment.
For sreason, the moment Noelle realized this, the first person whon cto mind was Dylan. After a long hesitation, she finally sent Hendrix a message, asking about the situation. But he didn't reply.
Just as Noelle assumed he was too busy to check his phone, sheo m suddenly received an incoming video call from him. She hesitated for a moment but ultimately answered the video call.
"Is Rosie asleep?" His voice was a little hoarse, his gaze fixed on her. "Yeah," Noelle replied softly.
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