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The next morning, the parcels arrived, containing the clothes and toys that had been brought from
Willowbank.
Meanwhile, a chief legal officer of Solstice Group had also come along with the parcels.
As Camille signed for the parcel, she caught sight of a man in a sharp suit carrying a briefcase,
prompting her to inquire, “May I know who you are looking for?”
Camille couldn't shake off the feeling that the man standing in front of her resembled an insurance
salesman. She had come across many individuals dressed similarly in the past, often carrying
briefcases, a common trait of insurance salespeople.
She then pondered, But this is a high-end residential area. It's not easy for even a fly from outside to
enter. Why would they allow a man like him to come in today?
Sawyer Hoffman extended his name card to Camille and introduced himself, “I am the chief legal officer
of Solstice Group. I am here today to meet with Ms. Gwendolyn Ashton.”
As Camille realized that Sawyer was a lawyer, she couldn't resist stealing a few glances at him. Ah, so
he's a lawyer. That explains his commanding and dignified presence.
After signing to acknowledge the receipt of the parcels, Camille stared at the few piles of items in a
daze.
It prompted her to sigh and wonder what Gwendolyn had bought.
“Mr. Hoffman, please come in. I'll get Ms. Ashton for you.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCamille paid no immediate attention to the parcels at the door. She was relieved that the delivery guy
had brought them directly to the house. Otherwise, she would have had to figure out how to pick them
up from the delivery station at the entrance of the residential area.
Sawyer followed Camille into the house, and she gestured for him to take a seat. She then prepared a
cup of coffee for him.
After that, Camille excused herself and went upstairs to inform Gwendolyn about the guest's arrival.
Gwendolyn was still in her pajamas, sitting on the terrace, sipping coffee, and engrossed in creating art
on her drawing block.
Despite not having to work recently, Gwendolyn remained dedicated to her daily routine of learning and
creating art. She would often send some of her drafts to Tiffany for feedback and make necessary
changes based on her mentor's opinion.
“Gwen, a lawyer named Mr. Hoffman is here to see you.”
Gwendolyn raised her head and put down her pen after hearing Camille's words.
“A lawyer? Why is he here?”
Gwendolyn looked visibly concerned as she pondered, I haven't caused any trouble recently. Why
would a lawyer come looking for me?
Camille's expression also showed a hint of worry as she asked, “Did you get into a fight recently?”
The last time a lawyer visited was when Gwendolyn had gotten into a physical altercation and ended
up sending someone to the hospital. After the incident, Gwendolyn had to pay a substantial amount of
compensation, which served as a lesson to her. Since then, she had refrained from engaging in any
physical altercations.
Gwendolyn paused for a moment, then replied with certainty, “No, I haven't. I'm sure of that.”
The two walked out of the terrace, engaged in conversation. However, there were subtle signs of
tension on their faces.
Camille deliberated for a brief moment before stating, “Perhaps I could place a call to Mr. Lowen? He
has connections and is a man. He might be able to offer assistance in case of any unforeseen
circumstances.”
Gwendolyn considered the idea of having Patrick's support as well but then realized that Patrick would
likely be in the office at this hour.
“Ms. Ziegler, let's wait until I meet with the lawyer and ascertain the nature of the matter before we
consider involving him. I don't want to unnecessarily trouble Patrick if it turns out to be something else.”
After all, Patrick was a busy man. If the nature of the matter was trivial, she could handle it herself.
Things have changed now. I have the financial means, and I am willing to face any compensation or
legal proceedings.
Indeed, it was true that having financial resources could empower someone to stand tall.
In the past, Gwendolyn's financial situation was tight, and she couldn't afford to spend money
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmfrivolously on such matters.
Camille trailed behind Gwendolyn as they descended the stairs. Camille then made her way to the
kitchen. They had an understanding that if the nature of the matter required Patrick's intervention,
Gwendolyn would signal Camille by asking for another cup of coffee.
So, Camille patiently waited in the kitchen for the signal.
When Gwendolyn entered the living room, Sawyer stood up to greet her.
“Hello, Ms. Ashton. I'm Sawyer Hoffman.”
He extended his hand, and Gwendolyn shook it with a firm grip. She couldn't help but notice that he
was much more handsome than the previous lawyer who had visited. His demeanor radiated a sense
of decency, a stark contrast to the previous lawyer, who had exuded a negative vibe with just a single
glance.
Gwendolyn had unwavering confidence in her intuition, even though it was often baseless.
“Please have a seat, Mr. Hoffman.”
Gwendolyn settled into her seat with a sense of unease. Though she maintained a composed facade,
deep within, her emotions roiled like turbulent waves.
To my knowledge, there have been no recent occurrences of me striking someone, being involved in an
accident, or committing any illegal actions, correct?
Sawyer exuded a professional air with a demeanor that spoke of business-like efficiency.
“Ms. Ashton, I'm Solstice Group's chief legal officer. I'm here today to address matters concerning Ms.
Sophia Sanders' transfer of Solstice Group's shares to you, Ms. Ashton.”
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