Chapter 5 Who Was He?
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Joyce hurriedly got out of bed and dashed out of the bedroom, catching sight of Fred kneeling on the ground, wiping the floor.
As Joyce spotted Fred, he also turned his head to see her. He gave her a slight smile and walked into the room. "Ms. Foster, you're awake."
Joyce furrowed her brows. "It's ten already. Why didn't you wake me up?"
Fred chuckled, "Ms. Foster, you said not to let me into your bedroom."
Joyce's expression froze. She didn't know how to respond. Indeed, she had said something like that. Suddenly, something struck her, and she said coldly, "I remember I fell asleep on the sofa yesterday. How did I wake up in the bedroom this morning?"
Fred's expression froze for a moment. He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Haha, I saw you sleeping uncomfortably on the sofa yesterday, so I carried you to the bedroom. But don't worry, I didn't do anything else! I'm an honest man!"
"Carried?" Joyce mentioned that word. This man in front of her did carry her! Joyce instinctively checked her clothes. When she realized that her underwear remained, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Afraid that Joyce might continue questioning him on this topic, Fred quickly changed the subject. "Ms. Foster, don't you have some business at your company? I've already prepared facial cleanser and toothpaste for you."
Joyce also knew it wasn't the time to discuss this with Fred. Company was more important. She hurriedly freshened up and left.
Fred watched Joyce's back, giving a tender smile.
Joyce drove out in her red Mercedes-Benz GT in anxiety. This morning, she needed to deal with the land cooperation with the Stone family, but she overslept till past ten. It was truly a delay!
On the Foster Group's first floor, Owen stood dressed in formal attire with his head wrapped in gauze. He was anxiously waiting there. It was already half past ten, almost noon, but Joyce hadn't arrived yet.
Owen remembered the threat from yesterday. If he didn't apologize by noon, he would be doomed!
Owen's father, Philip Stone, also stood there with a serious look. Hearing the entire story from his son yesterday, he knew that the man almost ruined the Stone family with just a phone call, which made him tremble. He also warned Owen not to provoke the Foster family any more!
Just then, a red Mercedes-Benz GT stpped at the entrance of the Foster Group.
The moment Owen saw the Mercedes, joy lit up his face. He quickly went forward to greet, with Philip following closely behind with a forced smile on his stern face.
Dressed in professional attire, Joyce stepped out of the car and saw Owen approaching with a smiling face. Also, his head bandaged, which puzzled her.
"Ms. Foster, we've been waiting for you. You're finally here." Owen tried to sound polite, even bowing slightly to put himself in a lower position.
Joyce was taken aback by Owen's sudden change in attitude. Yesterday, she learned from the phone call that he made her go to the Stone Tower alone. Joyce found it strange, but she still gave a contemptuous smile.
"Mr. Stone, I'm afraid I disappointed you yesterday. If you think the Foster family is easy to bully, feel free to try any tricks. No matter how disgusting your methods are, I can handle it!"
"Ms. Foster, it was my fault. Yesterday, a big shot already lectured me. Please forgive me. Here's the ownership of the property. It's all transferred to your name this morning, including the two residential areas you were interested in last time. I've also arranged for the paperwork. It will be delivered to you in a few hours. If you're satisfied, please inform that big shot. I've done everything as instructed."
Owen spoke in a submissive tone, not only apologizing to Joyce but also offering the joint property they were working on, along with two residential areas as compensation. He was trying to show Fred his sincerity.
Philip also spoke for Owen, reminding Joyce of the long-standing relationship between the Foster family and the Stone family. He hoped Joyce wouldn't hold it against them!
Looking at the property certificate handed over by Owen, with her name written under "owner" and an official stamp, Joyce couldn't believe what was happening. However, it was happening right in front of her, and she couldn't deny it.
Joyce caught onto the key point in Owen's words. He mentioned someone helping her and teaching him a lesson. Who was that person?
"Ms. Foster, are you satisfied?" Owen asked cautiously. He didn't think he was too humble. He had thoroughly experienced the power of that big shot yesterday. Fear dominated his mind. He understood that his arrogance meant nothing in front of that big shot!
"Okay, I got it. There's no need for your property and residential areas. I just hope that in our future cooperation, you won't do anything disgusting," Joyce didn't accept Owen's compensation because she didn't know who helped her. Accepting such a big gift wouldn't be appropriate.
When Owen heard that Joyce didn't intend to take his compensation, he got anxious. "Ms. Foster, please accept it. The big shot said if the compensation isn't sufficient, I'll be in trouble. Please, just take pity on me and accept it!"
Owen's attitude left Joyce feeling somewhat bewildered.
Pity him? Accept tens of billions worth of property for free? Was he crazy?
Seeing Owen's pleading expression, Joyce knew she couldn't refuse. She would just accept it. When she found out who helped her, she could return the gift later.
With these thoughts in mind, Joyce told Owen that she would have her secretary take care of these matters and then hurriedly went upstairs.
Sitting in her office, Joyce looked out of the huge French window, overlooking the city's skyline.
Thinking about everything that had just happened, Joyce still found it hard to believe. Was the difficult matter resolved so easily? Who helped her? Joyce pondered for a moment but couldn't find any clues. Luckily, Joyce wasn't someone who dwelled on things too much. If she couldn't figure out something for the time being, she would let it go. The biggest concern in her mind was finally resolved, easing her mood considerably. Just then, someone knocked on the office door.
"Come in." Joyce said to the person outside the office.
The person entering was a woman with tanned skin. She wore a loose red and blue sports suit. She appeared to be about the same age as Joyce, around twenty-three, with a height of 5.5 inch and short hair. She was standing there, like a cheetah ready to pounce at any moment.
"Hello, Ms. Foster. I'm Carol Hill. Your father asked me to protect you."
After she finished speaking, Joyce's phone rang. It was her father.
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