Right Person, Wrong Time novel Chapter 1312

Chapter 1312 Burdens and Responsibilities

"It's not easy to deceive those two fiends," Roxanna mused, her form draped over the couch. The recollection of that frightful scene earlier left her with a sense of lingering fear. She couldn't help but wonder, What if I accidentally spilled the beans? Nicole won't be happy about it.

As thoughts of Nicole crossed her mind, Roxanna checked the time and muttered to herself, "They're probably still on the plane right now."

"Miss Miller, there's something you need to review."

Suddenly, one employee hurried over with a document in hand.

Taking a deep breath, Roxanna glanced at the document. Then, a realization dawned upon her—the immense workload Nicole had shouldered all this time. "Okay, I will review it." After saying this, she nodded and took the proffered document. She meticulously combed through each line, determined not to overlook any detail. It was her inaugural experience overseeing such a broad spectrum of tasks. Moreover, she was adamant about not burdening Nicole and Chloe further. Their success was paramount, motivating her to competently manage domestic affairs.

Gradually, her countenance grew stern as the weight on her shoulders grew palpable. "Engage the legal team to amend this section. Have them ensure that our best interests are protected. We can't let the other party take advantage of us in any way," she said, frowning slightly as she pointed out the segment she was referring to before handing the document back to the employee.

Meanwhile, Ryan stayed in the villa Logan had prepared for him under the butler's name before the fall of the Yael Family. Perhaps, his grandfather had seen this coming and made arrangements for Ryan's future.

At this moment, he gazed at the photo hanging on the wall—a picture of him and his grandfather. He figured he needed to set aside some time to visit him. Suddenly, his eyes darkened at the thought of his grandfather. Everything is going according to plan. Sooner or later, I'll get Grandpa out of prison.

Ring... Ring... Ring...

The persistent ringing of his phone jolted Ryan from his thoughts, drawing a slight crease to his brows as he frowned at the unwelcome interruption. With a subtle lift of his eyebrows, he picked up his phone, and his amusement flickered as he saw the caller ID. Despite the annoyance, he answered the call, his voice tinged with a playful tone. "I'm surprised you have the time to call me, Miss Wrenn. Let me guess, life hasn't been all rainbows and sunshine?"

Evelyn's composure stiffened upon hearing this. Beneath the man's apparent teasing, a current of mockery flowed—reminding her of how she had distanced herself once she had achieved her goals. "You shouldn't come to your conclusions too early, Mr. Yael. I'm sure I have useful information for you this time," she replied, unperturbed by his demeanor. After all, she had displayed such tendencies, making his perception of her accurate.

Nevertheless, Ryan's intrigue deepened, his tone growing more somber. "Whatever you have to say, Miss Wrenn, just cut to the chase and say it."

Since he last reported Nicole's situation to "that person," he had been cautioned. He couldn't afford to act recklessly, especially when gathering information. He feared that someone from the opposing side might be surveilling him. If they discovered he was still probing, his grandfather in prison might be the first to face dire consequences.

However, Evelyn perceived the underlying tension in the man's words, though she remained uncertain about the specifics of his troubles. Maybe I can use this to my advantage. "You're the one who's in a hurry, Mr. Yael," Evelyn responded, her tone unhurried.

Ryan pursed his lips while reading the undertones of her behavior. He understood she wouldn't divulge anything unless he agreed to her terms. "We've worked together many times, Miss Wrenn. I'm sure you know how sincere I am. There's no need for us to beat around the bush. I wouldn't want this to affect our relationship," he replied calmly and nonchalantly as if he held no vested interest in hearing the information.