NovelEnglishWhen Don called, Martin was chilling at home.
Louis had been through the wringer and it sucked the life right out of him. He seemed to just collapse. Waking up in the morning,
he was all wilted and out of sorts, hardly any pep in his step, and his appetite had gone south too.
Martin was worried sick, so he hightailed it from the office to check on him.
"Don't fuss over me; just do your thing."
Louis was lounging in his chair, soaking up the sun with his eyes closed, and even talking seemed like too much effort.
Martin, still anxious, wanted to whisk him off to the hospital, but he wasn't having any of it.
"I'm fine, just a bit tuckered out. A little rest will do the trick, no need to make a fuss."
Martin didn't press the issue.
Finding Yolanda should've been a cause for celebration, but that paternity report felt like the last straw breaking the camel's back
for Louis.
At the end of the day, it was probably Marian's true colors coming to light that turned all the high hopes for Yolanda into a big fat
nothing.
"Speaking of which, is the project still on?" Louis asked weakly, "Better get cracking, who knows if this old bag of bones will last to
see it finished."
"What are you on about, Grandpa?" Martin couldn't help but scold gently, "Of course you'll see it through."
Louis didn't respond, just slowly opened his eyes to watch Renata in the yard, fussing over her flowers like a young girl.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMartin glanced at Renata too. Grandma might be forgetful these days, but she looked to be in better shape than Louis; he wasn't
too worried about her.
But Louis was another story. His gaze lingered with concern. Louis had shut his eyes again, perhaps resting or just plain worn out.
Without disturbing him, Martin carefully covered him with a blanket and then headed back to the study to ring up the project
manager, checking on the progress.
Though he was the main man on this project, running the whole company, especially with the Marian , had left him a bit
disheartened, so he'd taken his hands off the wheel for a bit.
"Mr. Crawley's word is that if the project goes on, we gotta use Starlight Group's construction crew to ensure quality." Cthe
diligent report from the other end of the phone. The project manager sounded hesitant adding, "But Mr. Crawley said it's gotta be
you dealing with it personally; he doesn't trust anyone else."
"Got it."
Martin hung up, massaged his temples, and after a long silence, grabbed his suit jacket and stood up.
Just as he was heading downstairs, he bumped into Marian coming in.
"Skipping work?" Upon seeing Marian, he asked coldly, still peeved about the recent events.
Marian knew she was on thin ice, and didn’t have guts to retort, so she replied timidly, "Feeling under the weather, took a sick
day."
"Well, rest up then," Martin said icily and then breezed past her, out the door.
Frustration was written all over Marian's face. The contrast between being the family's darling and now feeling like she'd hit rock
bottom was stark. She dared not speak up, retreating to her room, down in the dumps.
Martin drove straight to Brandon's company to discuss hiring their construction crew. He was willing to agree to any terms if it
meant getting the estate off the ground.
Actually, switching to Starlight Group's squad might even be a relief, given their reputation for quality. His only gripe was having to
be hands-on, but he kept his mouth shut.
When he arrived at Starlight Group, Brandon blew him off, sent him straight to Kent.
After an afternoon hashing it out with Kent and the construction head in the conference room, they had a rough plan and details
squared away. Still, the process had to involve the designer, so a chat with Sophia was needed.
Post-meeting, Martin headed to the seventeenth floor, only to bump into Sophia on her way out.
She glanced at him and without a word, breezed by.
"Ms. Yearwood."
Martin had to call out, his tone much more humble and mild-mannered than before, "The estate project's about to kick off. We're
set on using the crew of Starlight Group's affiliated construction company. The construction crew's keen on touching base with the
designer. When might you be free to have a chat with them?"
Sophia turned to face him, "Sorry Mr. Frost, | only agreed to continue with the plans that day out of pity for Mr. Louis Frost. | don't
want any further involvement with this project. The blueprints are clear for the construction crew; they have the complete
capability to handle it without me."
With that, Sophia nodded apologetically and walked past him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMartin couldn't very well stop her; her willingness to provide the designs was already a big favor.
He could only watch as Sophia walked away.
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