Chapter 549
Chapter 549:
No sooner had she sent the message than her phone rang—it was Cayson calling.
Bella paused before answering, her eyes clouded with conflicting emotions.
In the past few days, Bella had messaged Cayson multiple times, but his responses had been slow or nonexistent.
Now, the moment Yelena was involved, Cayson called her without hesitation.
It became clear to Bella who truly mattered to him.
A deep bitterness brewed inside her.
After spending over twenty years with the Harris family, Bella believed she must have been important to them. But now, neither of them seemed to have ever truly loved her. The moment Yelena returned, all their focus shifted to her.
As her phone screen faded to black and fell silent, Bella seethed.
Before long, Cayson rushed in.
He walked up to Bella, calling her name. She put on a mask of surprise and joy, asking, “Cayson, what brings you here p>
Cayson eyed Bella, his brow furrowed. “What was that message about? Why didn’t you answer my call?” he asked.
Bella feigned innocence, looking at him as if she didn’t understand. “Did you call me? I didn’t realize,” she said, adding, “I was busy p>
Cayson frowned. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to trust Bella, but recent events had left him feeling cautious and uncertain about her.
“Let’s talk outside,” he suggested.
Bella, having already achieved her goal, nodded demurely. “Okay p>
She had deliberately ignored his call, hoping to make Cayson come to her. Her goal was to create the impression in front of her colleagues that she and Cayson were close.
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As they stepped outside, Bella watched his hurried pace, her gaze darkening once again. She couldn’t help but feel envious of the genuine concern he showed for Yelena.
They reached a quiet balcony, a perfect spot for privacy. “I tried calling Yelena, but I couldn’t get through. Is everything you said true?” Cayson asked.
“I’m not sure,” Bella responded. “Miss Lancaster was just advising me on the design competition registration. After that, I overheard people talking about the issue. I got concerned about Yelena, so I thought I should inform you to see if you could help p>
Bella looked at him with a subtle expectation, though she didn’t really want him to solve the problem—she hoped he couldn’t.
However, she kept her thoughts to herself.
Cayson shook his head, his lips pursed. “The machinery needed for this is not available locally. It has to be imported, and the technician from the foreign manufacturer is on vacation for the next two weeks.” It would take too long—two weeks for the technician to return, and then production and shipping. By the time everything was sorted, Frieda would likely be furious. Bella secretly took pleasure in the situation, feeling a sense of satisfaction.
“Cayson, what do we do now? This is Yelena’s first major job after joining the Harris Group. I can see how hard she’s working, trying to prove herself. I’m really worried about her with everything going on,” Bella said.
In reality, Bella wasn’t concerned in the least. She felt detached, watching the situation unfold with indifference.
She imagined that if Yelena lost the order, people would finally see her as a failure.
Cayson’s brow furrowed as he thought through the problem, not noticing the slight sarcasm in Bella’s tone. Just then, his phone rang. It was Yelena calling. Cayson answered quickly, his voice softening with concern. “Yelena, are you alright p>
Yelena, taken aback by his anxious tone, wondered what could be wrong. “I’m fine,” she replied.
Cayson said, “I heard about the issue with the jewelry design for the client. We don’t have the right machinery in the manufacturing department to get the effect you need. If the result isn’t up to par, the client might not accept it. Should I personally apologize to them?” Cayson asked, knowing the client was notoriously picky and temperamental. He didn’t want Yelena to face any undue stress because of the problem.