Unemployed Family? Hidden Tycoons Dote On Her novel Chapter 668

"Sir, Ms. Hamilton has left," Charles announced upon returning.

"Hmm," Robert murmured, his eyes darkening. "Look into it. I want to know exactly what's going on between her and Matthew."

"I'll have someone start digging immediately," Charles replied before stepping out.

After Charles departed, Robert rose from his chair and made his way upstairs.

*****

Meanwhile, Naomi had no clear memory of how she'd left the Stewart residence.

It wasn't until a blaring horn and the screech of tires jolted her that she snapped back to reality.

She had nearly collided with another car. A cold sweat broke out across her skin—she'd come terrifyingly close to a serious accident.

"What the hell are you doing? Trying to get yourself killed?" shouted the other driver, his voice thick with anger.

The outburst, however harsh, reassured Naomi that she was indeed still alive. "I'm so sorry," she stammered.

"Sorry isn't good enough! If you can't drive safely, stay off the road! You're putting other people in danger!" the man yelled, visibly shaken.

Naomi opened her mouth to explain, but before she could speak, a man stepped between them. "Let's be fair—you were speeding too, weren't you?"

"I—" The other driver faltered.

"No one's hurt," the stranger continued calmly. "Why don't we just leave it at that?"

The driver scowled, muttered something under his breath, and finally drove off, still grumbling.

The man then turned to Naomi. "Are you alright?"

"Yes," she said, shaking her head softly. "Thank you for stepping in."

Studying her pale complexion, he asked gently, "You don't look well. Do you need to see a doctor?"

"No, I'll be fine," Naomi insisted. Without another word, she got back into her car and drove away.

Watching her hurried departure, the man frowned thoughtfully.

"Look into her," he instructed his assistant quietly. "Find out what happened to her earlier today."

Driving distractedly in the middle of the street, then panicking when questioned—something was clearly wrong.

"Right away," the assistant acknowledged.

The man slid into his own car, and it pulled smoothly into traffic.

*****

Cloudy Design

When Naomi walked into the office, her assistant looked at her with immediate concern. "Ms. Hamilton, you look really pale. Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine," Naomi replied tersely. "Any updates on that matter we discussed?"

"Oh, yes—they just got back to us." The assistant handed her a printed document. "This came over the fax a little while ago."

"Good," Naomi said, her expression softening slightly. Finally, something was moving in the right direction.

"Ms. Hamilton, their terms mention that for the collaboration to proceed, they'd need to acquire a stake in our studio. Do you think..." The assistant hesitated. "Should we consult a lawyer before moving forward?"

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