Chapter 915
Chapter 915:
“I still have work to do,” Yelena said.
“Me too,” Austin replied.
“How about…” They both spoke at the same time, unable to help but smile at each other.
They appeared to be perfectly in sync.
Yelena chuckled. “Who would’ve thought we’d still be buried in work even during the holidays p>
Austin also laughed and replied, “Indeed p>
Yelena set her phone down and turned her attention to her computer, fully immersing herself in work.
Upon seeing this, Austin didn’t say anything further and simply followed Yelena’s lead, getting down to work with equal focus.
Even while in Eighfast, Austin had been closely monitoring his uncle Leonel’s subtle ploys. The man remained as cunning as ever. This time, he had suggested going to oversee a branch company, although his true intention was to get Austin to relinquish some power.
Concerned for her son, Aitana was reluctant to see him so far away from home just to manage the branch company. Aitana left the matter in Austin’s hands, and he seemingly agreed to take care of it. He told her that after the holidays, he would convene a shareholders’ meeting and put the decision to a vote.
Leonel was delighted by Austin’s apparent compromise. He had already made all the necessary arrangements. Now, it was just a matter of reaching out to the right people, securing their votes, and claiming the position within minutes.
Austin caught sight of a hint of arrogance in Leonel’s eyes when he announced the upcoming vote. He was waiting for Leonel to make his big move!
After wrapping up her work, Yelena glanced up and caught sight of Austin’s serious expression as he worked. His sharp jawline was tense, his thin lips pressed together, and his entire demeanor exuded focus. It was the first time she had ever seen him like this.
As if sensing Yelena’s gaze, Austin lifted his eyes to the screen, a subtle smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
Austin smiled and asked, “All done p>
He then checked the time—it was nearly midnight. Silently, he counted down the seconds. The moment the clock struck twelve, he said, “Merry Christmas p>
At that exact moment, Yelena also said, “Merry Christmas p>
Once again, they smiled at the same time, perfectly in sync.
Austin smirked and said, “Who says we’re not in sync? I’d say we perfectly are p>
Yelena chuckled. “It certainly seems that way p>
Austin continued. “It’s getting late. Let’s get some sleep p>
Yelena nodded and said, “Alright, good night p>
The next morning, Yelena was jolted awake by a terrifying noise. Upon hearing it, a vague yet dreadful memory resurfaced, sending a chill down her spine. She broke into a cold sweat and sat up abruptly.
With a frown, she got out of bed and walked to the window, only to realize that Callum was tying balloons. He was threading the strings through the tiny gaps in a chair, causing the smaller balloons to burst with sharp, crackling pops.
In her sleepy haze, Yelena had momentarily mistaken the sound for gunfire, which had sent a chill down her spine and left her drenched in a cold sweat.
Yelena headed downstairs, and the moment Donna spotted her, she eagerly walked over to greet her.
Donna was dressed entirely in red today, exuding a festive charm and an air of refined elegance. Her demeanor remained as warm and graceful as ever.