Kendall's Sacrifice

Kendall still wasn't sure if she wanted to tell Amelia about her relationship with Dylan.

Amelia let out a smile as well, and she stopped asking too.

After all, she didn't know the names of most of the models of her photo collection.

Soon, the car engine started, and they were on their way to the Taylor Residence.

At the same time, Tom, his son and his secretary had been waiting for hours in the VIP room of the

Coleman Empire Holdings. However, even if Dylan had returned to the company, Tom and the rest of

them would still be denied from meeting Dylan as long as they hadn't gotten permission from the man

himself.

"Father, Master Dylan probably won't meet up with us!" Jackson grunted.

He was starting to get impatient from all the seemingly pointless waiting. He was tempted to go home

and ask his mother why she had impulsively done something that wrecked the grand scheme he and

Kelly had painstakingly come up with.

"We have to keep waiting no matter what. Don't you know what will happen to Whittle Holdings if we

don't properly explain ourselves to him?"

As much as Tom was anxious about this whole situation, there was nothing else he could do about it.

He had no choice but to unashamedly stick around here for the sake of Whittle Holdings. After a while,

he went to the front desk to request for them to inform the higher ups about their presence, all in hopes

of meeting Dylan.

Dylan had too many secretaries that information needed to go through before it finally reached the

man's ear. After Toddy, the general secretary, received a report about the people who asked to meet

Dylan, he had to filter them out before Emma was to make a call to the president's office via intercom.

Most of the time, those who wanted to see Dylan had only been given permission after they had been

carefully selected by Toddy.

He was Dylan's trusted, capable assistant that held a high position in the company. He was always

someone who people highly sought after in the business world. In a way, he was the fallback plan for

people who failed to hitch a ride on Dylan's coattails.

Unfortunately, as tempting as his coattails were, he didn't allow just anyone to cling onto him.

Dylan was currently working in his office when he placed his signing pen back onto the table when

fatigue hit. Leaning back into the swivel chair, he spun around a few times as he took his thoughts off

from work.

I wonder if that shameless woman has gotten home, he thought.

He then reached out to pick up his phone from his work desk and give Kendall a call.

It got through soon, but not only did she not pick up, she immediately rejected the call.

Dylan's face swiftly turned black at that.

Kendall Parker, you are stupidly brave, aren't you? How dare you reject my call?!

The man, however, didn't say anything in return, prompting her to turn toward Kendall.

Beep!

Dylan then received a new message from Kendall.

He clicked into the message that she sent. It was only a short one that read, 'We are still on our way

home, Dylan. I am sorry, but it's a little inconvenient for me to pick up your call for now.'

Baffled, he thought to himself, Inconvenient for her to pick up?

Is it because Amelia is in the car with her?

Is she afraid to let her friend find out that she and I have a close relationship?

Am I so embarrassing that she can't talk about me?

I will settle the score with her at home tonight!

Kendall didn't know that her actions had, once again, angered her man.

Still oblivious to that fact, she went on and brought Amelia back to the Taylor Residence with Ronnie.

Thereafter, Ronnie sent Kendall back to the Coleman Mansion.

Now that she was heading in the direction of her punisher, Kendall began to think of her 10,000 word

self-reflection essay.

She couldn't seem to think of what to write, other than that she knew what she did wrong, and that she

wouldn't repeat her offense again. Am I supposed to quote the self-reflection essays that others have

written?

However, she used to do fairly average in her language subjects. Doing that might be an impossible

feat after all.

"He didn't have any requirements on what the content of the essay should have, right? He only gave

me a minimum word count," she muttered to herself.

Just then, a brilliant idea came to her. Dylan indeed did not tell her what to write. It seemed like all she

had to do was reach the word count even if it might take her some time. I will just write it this way, then.

And so, she started repeatedly writing 'Dylan, I know I am in the wrong. I promise never to go fast when

I drive from now on' in a book.

Kendall was done with her 10,000 word self-reflection essay by the time Dylan came home in the

evening.

She waited for his arrival in the yard and as soon as she saw him being pushed in, she smilingly went

to him while calling out, "Dylan!" The bodyguard who was pushing the wheelchair habitually made

space for her to push Dylan all the way into the house.

"Are you done with your 10,000 word self-reflection essay?"

She quickly flaunted, "Yup! And it is not only 10,000 words. I went over the word count by 10 words. I

counted it."

He only turned his head and gazed at her without saying anything.

After they entered the building, she supported him as she moved him to the couch. She then quickly

brought the essay she had written over and passed it to him with anticipation. "Look, Dylan. I am done

writing it."

He took the book from her hand, and he noticed that she had used up a few pages to write up her

essay.

"Did you come up with every word yourself?" His low voice rang out skeptically as he opened the used

pages of the book that were folded. "I hope you didn't copy someone else's essay."

"I sincerely know that I was wrong. I regret my actions and I am a changed woman. I poured all my

feelings and brain juices into writing this for hours and hours. I didn't copy anyone's essay."