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Chapter 796
Upon entering the living room, Ashlyn scanned her surroundings quietly and was quite surprised to see a vintage
Chanaean interior rather than Rococo or Gothic styles and designs that were popular in Maredania.
The mansion was very grand with a vintage design. Being there made her feel like she had time-traveled to an
older era.
From the maroon lounge chair to the matching couch and coffee table, everything was very much antique looking.
Even the fans casually placed on the bed were exactly the same as those from ancient times.
After a while, Bianca walked out slowly, assisted by Matilda.
She sat on the lounge chair, looking somewhat tired. Then, she glanced at Ashlyn and said, “Please have a seat, Ms.
Berry.”
“I'm so sorry to disturb you at this hour, Old Mrs. Yates. I wouldn't have done so if not for this urgent matter that
required me to look for Old Mr. Leno.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Old Mr. Leno?” Bianca was puzzled at first, but she recalled who he was the next minute. “Are you referring to Ian
Leno? Because of Mr. Nolan?”
She came to know that Lucas had a mental illness. He might look handsome and cool, but he's not entirely well.
“Yes, that's right. Old Mr. Leno is a nomad, so not even the people closest to him have his contact details. I heard
that you have a close relationship with him. Thus, I'm here to ask for a favor,” Ashlyn explained her intention
sincerely.
“Lucas' illness cannot be delayed any further as his episodes are occurring more often than ever. Whether it's
Nolan Group or South Star Airlines, they require his support and management. I dread to imagine the
consequences that will follow if he were to collapse, especially the number of staff who would lose their jobs and
eventually have a knock-on effect on their families. Thus... we can't afford to have anything bad happen to the most
important man in the company.”
Hearing so, Bianca sighed. “I'll do my best to help you, whether it's for the sake of your mother or Aureate Group.
Ian hasn't had an easy life. In recent years, he has stopped treating people because he's practically on his last leg,
struggling on whilst at death's door. Anyhow, let me try. The chance will be given to you, but you'll have to seize it.”
Bianca cast a look at Matilda, who immediately went to get her the address book.
Ashlyn was once again dumbfounded by the fact that she could still see a physical copy of an address book in that
time and era. Moreover, it had the size of a small notebook.
“This is his number. Copy it down. It all boils down to you now, whether you're able to convince him to treat Mr.
Nolan. You know, he's known to be as stubborn as a mule for as long as I remember. So, you'd better be prepared.”
Bianca pointed at a string of numbers.
She then added, “Ms. Berry, life isn't a bed of roses. No one can luck out all the time. At this age, I've seen it all and
can accept anything with an open mind.”
Ashlyn smiled radiantly. “Despite what you say, I can tell there's one thing that's still quite unsettling for you.”
“Oh? What is it?”
“Love.”
Bianca heaved a long sigh. She knew what Ashlyn was implying—kinship. It was something she could never give up
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmin her life.
After copying down that phone number, Ashlyn rose to her feet. “Thank you, Old Mrs. Yates. I promise to lend a
helping hand if there's anything that the Yates family needs from me in the future.”
“You can never allow yourself to owe others a favor, can't you? You don't need to repay me anything. This is in
exchange for your exquisite embroidery.”
As a clever woman, Bianca could read between the lines of Ashlyn's words.
“All right, I'm getting tired. You may go ahead.”
She stood up and waved at Ashlyn.
The latter nodded and expressed her gratitude again, “Thank you so much.”
With that, she left the quiet mansion, walking with her back ramrod straight.
Bianca did not go to bed as she said she would. Conversely, she remained standing at the same spot and stared
blankly at the direction where Ashlyn had headed out.
It was not until after a while that Matilda reminded her about the time. “It's late.”
“How nice would it be to have this girl as my granddaughter? Unfortunately, I'm not blessed with one. Say... Which
family is this sweetie come from? Having a child like her is a tremendous blessing.”
At that point, Bianca could not help but think about the two useless ones she had locked up in the dark room.
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