Melinda President Fox’s Love

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Chapter 56 The Graysons’ Situation

“Time for dinner, Miss.” A servant came to tell Shirlene.

She snapped out of her trance. “Okay.”

She made her way to the resplendent dining hall. Her mother, Queenie Gosling, seemed to be in a

good mood. She was wearing great clothes that day. “I heard your father took you to meet his clients,

and he even said he was going to make you the successor.”

“Yes. I know what you wish to say. I will not let him down.”

“Of course, you won’t. Help your father as much as you can,” Queenie said. “You can set your acting

career aside.”

Right at this moment, a 12-year-old boy came into the dining hall. “I peed, Mommy. It’s wet…” Despite

his beautiful outfit, it couldn’t hide the fact that the boy was intellectually challenged.

Before Queenie said anything, the servant quickly led the boy away. “I’ll change your pants, young

master.”

The beautiful Shirlene sat down, looking calm.

Queenie handed her a plate of foie gras. “Here. It’s your favorite.”

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“Where’s Dad?”

“He’s at the company. There’s something he needs to settle. He’ll be back soon,” replied Queenie.

“We’ll go on without him.”

Shirlene came to the living room after dinner, and Cavalier Grayson-the boy from earlier, who was also

her brother-came to her while holding a cup of tea. “Have some tea, Shirlene.”

She crossed her arms, looking at him. “I’m not thirsty,” she said coolly.

The boy held the cup up, staring at her. “You’re so pretty. Just like a fairy.”xo.com fast update

In the end, Shirlene took the cup of tea. She thought, No way Dad’s going to hand the company over to

this boy. He’s trash.

Fox Group stood tall in the darkness, shining like a beacon. It was the place of all young people’s

dreams, Some of its employees had clocked out for the day, but the design department was still

working hard as if they were not tired at all.

Monica came to the company after she left Repulse Bay, going through the drafts over and over again

just to come up with the perfect design. Thanks to her leadership, the designers were working hard as

well. The deadline was just around the corner, but they were confident they could win.

Stanley came in the afternoon. In his office, Max reported, “Miss Keller has gone to the design

department. She’s been working late with the designers these last few days. Sometimes, she would

even pull all- nighters.”

Stanley was standing before the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands behind his back. Oops, I was

spacing out just now. He snapped out of it and asked, “What was it again?”

Max repeated the report, and Stanley came to a realization. I see. So, she’s working for both herself

and me. “And she’s gone to Repulse Bay today,” Max added, though it didn’t garner as much reaction

from Stanley

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as he had thought.

Stanley was calm. He couldn’t care less where she went. He was still blaming himself for chiding

Samuel. I’m his father. I should have done better. He’s just six. I should’ve just talked to him. Children

are pure and innocent. I should be helping him. Besides, he’s helped the company.

In the meantime, Melinda took the children upstairs. Stanley had yet to return.

“Mommy, you should come up with a set of designs, too,” Samuel pleaded. “Pamela and I believe you

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can

do it.”

“Yeah, Mommy.”

“Why should I?” Melinda asked. “Not like I’m working for him. He’s not my boss. I’d rather live a

peaceful life as a SAHM.”

“I just don’t want people calling you a village girl. Show them what you got.” Samuel was a little prideful.

Melinda shrugged. “I don’t care. Though, I like that everyone’s calling me that. Makes me feel special.”

“But Mommy-”

“Enough. I won’t do it.” Melinda knew Stanley was still on guard against her. If we don’t trust each

other, there’s no need to help.

“It’s late. Why isn’t Daddy back yet? Is he still mad at me?” Samuel couldn’t sleep. He was beset by

worry.

“No.” Melinda stroked the boy’s head, smiling. “He’s not that petty. He’s just busy at work. Now, sleep.”

She then told them a bedtime story.

It was about 10.00PM when Stanley came home. The car stopped in the yard, and Gael came out with

a coat in hand. When Stanley got out of the vehicle, Gael draped the coat around his shoulder. “Sir.”

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