He Gave Me Hearing, Then Taught Me What Silence Really Means novel Chapter 89

Suppressing her simmering rage, Mrs. Saint passed by a hospital room and spotted Juniper eating quietly through the crack in the door.

She stopped dead in her tracks, the fire in her chest flaring hotter.

Juniper Lane and a man wearing that wretched face—Alistair Vaughn.

The two people she despised most in this world seemed to have gravitated toward each other.

She absolutely would not allow Nelson to cross paths with these two!

But Juniper was like a cockroach that refused to die. To think she had managed to escape last night's arrangement!

No matter how much restraint Mrs. Saint possessed, raw malice leaked into her eyes.

Sensing eyes on her, Juniper looked up toward the door, but the hallway was already empty.

The lingering chill felt like being targeted by a venomous snake.

She looked back down at her meal, her appetite completely ruined.

Meanwhile, at the Saint Group headquarters.

Zoe Ziegler had just stepped into her department when she was informed she had a visitor.

As the HR Director, Zoe was a master of corporate survival. Navigating HR meant knowing exactly what to say, and to whom, and over the years, she had perfected the art of corporate diplomacy.

She took the elevator up to the executive suite, only to find Lydia Thorne waiting inside the CEO's office.

Everyone at Saint Group knew who Lydia was. Rumor had it she was the future CEO's wife and had already given him a beautiful daughter.

The fact that she could comfortably sit in Nelson's private office proved she had his complete authorization.

Lydia twirled Nelson's fountain pen in her fingers. Imagining how his elegant hands would grip this very pen sent a flush of heat through her chest.

Catching Zoe out of the corner of her eye, she slowly tightened her grip on the pen, resting it in her palm. "Are you close with Juniper Lane?"

Zoe was taken aback. A dozen calculations raced through her mind before she answered honestly, "Not at all. I consigned a few items at her studio. It recently rebranded, and she reached out wanting to work together."

Lydia already knew all about the studio. She had thoroughly investigated it last night.

Zoe straightened her posture defensively. "I won't have any further contact with her. You have my word. I'll also instruct my network to sever all ties with her studio."

Lydia's lips curved into a satisfied smile. "You can go."

It wasn't until Zoe stepped into the elevator that a cold sweat broke out across her back.

She thought of Juniper's bright, genuine smile yesterday. She had looked so pure, so untainted by the industry, yet behind closed doors, she was pulling schemes like this.

After years in corporate management, Zoe thought she had seen every type of psycho out there. She couldn't believe she had misjudged someone so badly.

She pulled out her phone, pulled up Juniper's studio account on WeChat, and hit delete.

Then, she quickly fired off a warning text to Zara Zimmer.

[I just heard some disturbing things. Keep your distance from Juniper Lane, unless you want her bad luck rubbing off on you.]

Zoe was a straight shooter. Even though there was a decade age gap between her and Zara, the two women genuinely respected each other.