He Cheated I Rose Making Him Regret Everything (Chloe and Arthur) novel Chapter 158

Chapter 158: A Care Package

The promotional campaign was already in full swing, yet the designs themselves remained shrouded in secrecy. What was the company thinking? It was obvious they were trying to build excitement and anticipation for the launch, but was she truly deserving of all this buzz?

Linda caught sight of Lisa approaching, worry etched across her face. “Linda, what should we do about this…?” Lisa began hesitantly.

Linda shot a quick glance at Lisa before turning her eyes toward the rest of the design team. They all stood there like passive onlookers, as if watching a performance rather than being part of a creative process. No one seemed to care whether she stayed or left—they were just there to collect their paychecks without stirring up any trouble.

Just wait, she thought fiercely. They’d all see exactly what she was capable of—and what she could accomplish.

“Lisa, come on. This broken-down place isn’t worth holding on to anymore. Who knows which well-connected guy they’ll bring in tomorrow?” Linda lifted her chin defiantly and strode away, her heels clicking with confident determination against the polished floor.

Lisa snorted softly but quickly pivoted to follow her, not wanting to be left behind.

Meanwhile, the rest of the design department lingered awkwardly, exchanging uneasy looks. When the HR manager finally appeared and saw the group standing around, he barked a sharp order, and everyone scattered immediately.

Inside the office, Chloe examined the completed design sketches—her work brought to life on paper.

“Ms. Lewis, following Mr. Voss’s directives, the initial production run has been increased from 3,000 to 10,000 units,” the manager informed her. “We’re planning a simultaneous launch online and in physical stores, so fans can get their hands on the collection right away.”

“I’ll support the promotional activities,” Chloe replied firmly, her tone growing serious. “You know the conditions I set.”

“I’m aware,” the manager assured her quickly. “Don’t worry, Ms. Lewis. You asked that no photos of you appear in any promotional materials, and we’ve made sure that won’t happen.”

Satisfied with the confirmation, Chloe chose not to say more. She focused on collaborating with the company to finalize all the campaign materials for the Four Seasons collection and awaited the marketing team’s follow-up report.

A week later marked the official launch of the Four Seasons line—the day the new designs became available to the public.

With all her responsibilities completed, Chloe left the office half an hour earlier than usual.

As she stepped out into the cool evening air, a delivery person was waiting patiently by the entrance.

“Ms. Lewis, here’s your requested delivery. Please sign here,” the courier said politely.

Chloe signed quickly and peeked inside the box. It was filled with a variety of health supplements and nutritious foods, all carefully chosen by a top nutritionist before being dispatched.

She wasn’t sure how Eugene was recovering. Feeling too awkward to visit him in person, she had decided to send a thoughtful gift instead—a small gesture to show she cared and to check on his well-being.

She didn’t bother reading the full list of items. Instead, she reached for her phone and dialed Bruce.

“Put it on speaker,” he said.

Without hesitation, Bruce answered and switched the call to speakerphone.

“Ms. Lewis, this is Bruce,” he greeted respectfully, leaning slightly toward the phone.

“Bruce… are you with Eugene right now?” Chloe’s voice came softly, as if she had rehearsed the question before calling.

“Yes, Ms. Lewis. Is there something you need from Mr. Rosewood?” Bruce asked politely, sneaking a glance through the rearview mirror at Eugene sitting quietly in the back seat.

Hearing Chloe’s voice, Eugene instinctively straightened up. Did she need something from him? If so, why hadn’t she contacted him directly? A call or a text would have sufficed—they had exchanged contacts before. Yet, she chose to go through Bruce instead.

He checked his own phone, unwilling to believe there might be a missed message. Nothing. No calls, no texts.

“Bruce, I bought a few things for Eugene. Where are you guys right now?” Chloe’s voice came through clearly.

Eugene’s brow furrowed again. They were almost at the airport. What could she possibly be sending him now?