Love's Perfect Match

Chapter 367 The Heir Apparent of the Wilstone Family

The following early morning, Elspeth received a call while still sound asleep, and on the phone, it sounded like

Jordan was at the airport, getting ready to head back to Blaydal.

Not only did the wind sound loud, but so was Frank's yawn, albeit the man was a few inches away from the phone.

"We're leaving now. You take care of yourself, alright?" Jordan sounded listless. Evidently, the man woke up bright

and early to rush back to Blaydal.

"I got it. Bye!" There was a hint of grumpiness in Elspeth's tone. They were friends, and they knew what each other

meant precisely. Thus, there was no need to be pretentiously sentimental.

When Elspeth finally stirred, she checked her phone to find that she had received a picture of the two guys arriving

at Blaydal, and it was only then it struck her that they had really left.

At that, she got out of bed, washed up, and went down for breakfast. One breakfast was all it took before Elspeth

finalized her next steps.

Now that the company's issue had been resolved, she decided to initiate a new development approach and expand

the business. That way, the risk would diversify, and if anyone suddenly wanted to screw with Azure again, other

industries could support it; Azure wouldn't fall again.

Jordan had been helping her deal with the company's issues the past few days, and he even filled up all the vacant

positions for her. Hence, she didn't have to worry about that.

Later, she talked to Harper about establishing a talent management company.

"Is it really doable, Miss Elspeth?"

Though the future of this industry was promising, it was also difficult to operate.

Sure, getting social media influencers was easy, but finding one with a unique personality wasn't.

"This is a pretty big cake. Entertainment companies are strict with their selections, but the bar for being an

influencer is very low." Elspeth scribbled on a piece of paper and finally circled the words, 'live stream'.

"Finding an online talent is much easier than finding a celebrity, no?"

The subject was uncharted territory for Harper, so he asked in bewilderment, "In that case, do we need to set up an

audition?"

"Of course not. Scroll through your social media a bit more often. Find those who look promising and ask if they'd

like to sign with our company."

Harper was stumped this time. "But we're a new company with no public recognition, nor do we operate on a large

scale. What if no one is willing to sign with us?"

"This is the time to test your ability." Elspeth winked and patted his shoulder.

He understood at once when he saw her smiling eyes. "Got it, Miss Elspeth. I'll get to it right away."

After the man left, Elspeth dealt with the company's other issues.

Since the talent management company was a part of Azure Corporation, it didn't need its own building. With how

tall of a building Azure owned, they could just turn one of the floors into its designated office.

Hence, the most important thing right then was gathering talents.

Later, Elspeth published a notice online, announcing that Azure Corporation had decided to establish a talent

management company. Those who were interested were welcome to apply for the job, and those proactive would

be considered first.

Many would probably think twice despite being tempted if it was a week ago. But now, Azure Corporation had the

Jonesons and the Carrs' support. Not only were they powerful, but they had unfathomable backgrounds as well.

Just like that, Azure's hotline had been ringing off the hook for one hour since the notice was published. In fact,

some even arrived at the office, saying they wanted to apply for the job.

It amused yet frustrated Elspeth. In the end, she got someone to lead them to the fourteenth floor for an interview,

then entrusted the whole thing to Angela.

Later in the afternoon, she received a call from Angela. "Miss Elspeth, please come over. Someone here is

demanding to see you," she said with a whine.

Ever since Angela defended Elspeth in front of everyone, she started calling Elspeth Miss Elspeth like Harper

normally would.

"Why me?" Elspeth closed her laptop, stretched, then rubbed her sore neck.

"I don't know either. He just demanded to see you and said that you should come here." Angela glanced at the

cynical teenager beside her while speaking as cold sweat gathered on her forehead.

Who knew what was running through the teenager's mind? He just sat there with his leg crossed the moment he

entered the interview room, behaving audaciously and asking where Elspeth was.

Worse, he insisted that he would wait until Elspeth personally interviewed him, even though she had already told

him their CEO was busy.

With so many people watching, Angela didn't dare shoo him away either. In the end, she could only call Elspeth for

help.

"Alright, I got it. I'll go over right away," answered Elspeth as she suppressed her annoyance. Likewise, she was

curious about the person audacious enough to make such an outrageous demand.

After arriving at the interview room, Elspeth was rendered stupefied when her inspecting gaze landed on the

teenager.

He's the kid I saw in the Winthrop Group's elevator!

The fair teenager was charming and handsome, and he had a boy-next-door feel to him.

After gradually coming to herself, Elspeth walked over to the desk and checked his profile. It was written there he

was 18 years old. Well, what do you know? He really is a kid.

"Why do you insist that I interview you?"

It was after confirming she was Elspeth that the teenager responded with the smile in his eyes remaining. "I told

you I'm a fan the other time, right? Is there anything wrong with a fan wanting to meet their idol?" he said.

Nope, there's nothing wrong with your words—it's just your way of thinking! At that, Elspeth narrowed her eyes,

which were laced with a hint of judgment. "You're Jethro Wilstone, am I right?"

The young woman was rather familiar with the last name.

If it was to say that Blaydal's powers were split among the Jonesons, Carrs, Paynes, and Whites, and the Winthrops

dominated Damoria, then the royalty of Croit would be the Wilstones.

It just so happened that the name of the heir apparent of the Wilstone Family was also Jethro.

"Yeah." Jethro stood up. His towering six feet height shrouded Elspeth in a shadow. "Is there a problem?"

Meanwhile, Elspeth sized up the 'boy' while musing, Are the Wilstones willing to let their heir apparent become a

social media influencer? If this gets to the Wilstones, surely they'll accuse me of leading their heir astray!

"Sorry, we can't accept you."

He became visibly upset as his smile faded a little. "Why not?"

"Mr. Wilstone, if you're just here to experience the real world, then there's no need for that. I'm sure you've heard

about the things we've just gone through. It'd be great if we don't have another problem to handle."

At that, Jethro strode slowly toward Elspeth like a predator, forcing the young woman to back up into the corner of

the desk before propping his arms on her sides, trapping her in, and forcing her to look right at him.

"I won't cause you any trouble, Miss Elspeth. I really want to stay here, and I really want to become a social media

influencer too!" He beamed brilliantly as he spoke. "Pretty please, with a cherry on top!"

The whole thing happened so smoothly that even Elspeth was slightly taken aback.

The teenager had just become a legal adult, yet he was already able to do what a womanizer could.

If he didn't have his status and identity, she'd actually consider taking in a flirtatious incubus.

Too bad…

"There's no way I'll let you join my company."