Take Me Away novel Chapter 43

Thirty minutes had passed, but neither Spencer nor Fiona spoke on the way.

It was clear to her that he was angry. But she couldn't care less about him at that moment. All she could think about was the necklace she designed. How did it find its way to Ryan's neck?

"Fiona, did you design the necklace Ryan was wearing?" Spencer finally broke the silence once they got into the basement elevator.

"I... I don't know." A shiver ran down her spine.

"You don't know?" Spencer snorted. "Can't you recognize your own work? Or is it because you merely plagiarized an existing design that's already out in the market?"

"Why would I copy an existing design?" Fiona protested. But seeing the smile in Spencer's eyes, she couldn't help but grow frustrated. She clenched her fists and said firmly, "I don't know why the necklace is on his neck."

"Then why did you design a necklace for men? Did you do it for him? How long have you known each other?" Spencer looked at her as if he was interrogating the suspect to a crime.

The tension between them was broken by the sound of the elevator arriving at their floor.

Fiona rushed out as soon as the door opened.

"Hey, Fiona!" Spencer called out and ran to follow her. He grabbed her arm and demanded, "Answer me!"

"Why should I answer you?" Fiona blurted as she tried to break free from his grip. "Listen, Spencer. What I design is my own business, and it's none of yours who I give it to. Why should I tell you?"

"Because I'm your husband!"

"I'm sorry. I don't want to talk about this." Fiona's face darkened.

"Then what do you want to talk about? Or better yet, who?" Spencer took a step closer to Fiona. "Is it Ryan?"

"Don't involve other people in this!" Fiona shouted angrily. "I don't want anything to do with you. I have barely started attending university, and you've already ruined it for me! At this point, I know I can no longer resist you, but don't I even get the right to complain a little?"

"What's so interesting about that necklace, that earned him your rage? He's just a kid you know. We are his seniors."

Just then, Spencer was reminded of Eric's words. "Do you think I'm old?" he asked, clearly taken aback.

For a moment, Fiona was speechless. She didn't understand why Spencer was asking this all of a sudden. But in her rage, she blurted out, "Yes! I do think you're old! You're nine years older than me! You will be almost thirty when I turn twenty. By the time I'm thirty, you'll be an old man. When I turn seventy, you'll probably be dead! You..."

"When I die, I will drag you down with me!" Spencer coldly interrupted her.

Fiona's heart jolted as she looked at Spencer. She could tell that a storm of emotions was brewing in his eyes.

Spencer slammed the door with a loud bang, as if he didn't mind if it broke into pieces.

Fiona stood rooted in the same spot, looking dazed.

At Wen family residence, Ryan had just arrived from school.

He rushed back home knowing that his father and brother would be back for dinner.

His mother, Elise Zhou, was waiting at home when he arrived. She was a weak woman whose plain character didn't change despite being the family hostess for more than ten years. Seeing Ryan walk into the living room, she remarked, "Oh, you're early today!"

"Yes." Ryan nodded. "I'm a little tired, Mom. I'll just head upstairs and rest for a bit."

"Okay, go ahead." Elise nodded.

Ryan was about to go up the stairs when he heard the main door open behind him. A person walked in just as he turned to look.

The man was dressed in a handsome suit and had the same height and look as Ryan. His face looked like a delicate sculpture and his dark eyes were like deep pools of water. His lips curved into a slight smile that made him look even more mysterious.

"Charles," Ryan called.

"Yes?" The man named Charles Wen nodded in his direction before turning to greet Elise. "Hello, Aunt Elise."

"Oh, you're back." Elise turned a little uncomfortable at the sight of him.

"Yes, Father said he would come back for dinner tonight." Charles then looked at Ryan. "Come meet me in the study. There's something I want to ask you."

Despite looking confused, Ryan nodded politely.

Having reached the study, Charles took off his jacket and placed it on a nearby stool. He was unbuttoning his cuffs when he invited Ryan to sit down.

"No, thank you." Ryan shook his head. "I know you won't waste too much time talking to me."

Charles lips curved into a smile. "Then I'll get to the point. I heard from the company manager that you approved an entry in our jewelry design competition and recommended the designer for internship in the company. I heard you even bought off her work. Is this true?"

"Yes." Ryan nodded. "It was before you came back from abroad. Is there a problem?"

"None at all." Charles shrugged. "I'm just curious because you've never wanted anything to do with the business before. Are you finally interested in succeeding the business?"

"As long as you're there, I'm sure the company will be prosperous. I don't really care about it," Ryan said flatly.

"Then... don't you care about this Fiona, too?" Charles gave him a meaningful look. "You bought her work and invited her to join the company. I haven't seen you in two years and I'm welcomed with news that my brother is in love!"

'In love?'

There was a trace of sorrow and loss in Ryan's eyes when he lowered his head.

"Why don't you ask her to start her internship this week?" Charles pretended not to see the sudden change in Ryan's expression. "I've seen her work. She may be an amateur, but her designs are promising."

"Charles," Ryan said as he raised his head. "May I ask for a favor?"

"Go ahead," Charles answered.

"Can you help me get information about Fiona and her relationship with a drillmaster surnamed Cheng?"

"A drillmaster? Cheng?" Charles frowned.

"Yes, he's one of our drillmasters. I don't know a lot about him though."

"You said his last name is Cheng?" Charles pursed his lips. "What's his first name?"

"I don't know." Ryan shook his head.