Begging For A Reconciliation
Chapter 135

Chapter 135

Even though Jane didn’t say anything during her two years abroad, Leah could see with her own eyesthat Jane’s body was becoming weaker and more depressed. She mostly spent her days staring in adaze at the flowers in the garden.

She also made numerous attempts to make Jane happy, but no matter how hard she tried, Jane wasonly able to maintain an outward appearance of happiness while Gordon remained a source ofconstant pain.

Ryan naturally brought Jane to many psychiatrists, but all of them said she didn’t have anypsychological issues. It was just that she just couldn’t get past herself.

Leah was worried, but there was nothing she could do.

“Mom,” Leah put down the towel, sighed again, and said, “I said before that I would take you back toPasteria, but you were afraid that you would remember that incident when you returned to Linkville, so Ididn’t bring you. But you are all by yourself there, abroad. You should take care of yourself, and don’tlet me worry about you.”

“I know. What could possibly go wrong with me? You simply would not believe me. It’s been a longtime. I’m over it long ago,” repudiated Jane.

“I hope so,” Leah said, helplessly smiling.

“By the way, how are you and this kid, Ian, doing? When will you become engaged?” Jane asked,concerned.

Leah’s face froze when she heard this, and she pursed her lips and hesitated before saying, “Thewhole engagement thing… There’s no need to rush.”

“What’s not to rush? I saw that boy grow up. He likes you and has the best character. He hasn’tmarried and has been single for the past two years, waiting for you. Don’t think I’m clueless. You twohad a good relationship when you were younger, and now that you’ve decided to return to Pasteria, youmust never let him down again.” Jane nagged in an anxious tone.

“I know, but I just returned to Pasteria, and there are still a lot of things I need to deal with, and I’m alsoquite busy at the company, so we haven’t thought about it yet,” Leah exclaimed helplessly.

When Jane heard this, she fell silent for a moment before saying, “Sarah, tell me the truth, do you stillthink about…”

“Mom.” Leah cut Jane off because she knew what she was going to say. “I really don’t, and it’s not whatyou think,” she said solemnly.

“It’s best it isn’t so.” Jane exhaled a sigh of relief before beginning to speak bitterly, “My greatest wishright now is for you to marry Ian and be happy. I can’t rest until I deliver you into his hands.”

Leah felt a little helpless.

“Okay, I know.”

“You better keep it in mind.”

Jane told her repeatedly before hanging up the phone.

Leah was feeling a little tired. She encountered problems one after another after arriving back inPasteria, which truly overwhelmed her.

She and Ian… She hadn’t given it much thought, but Jane pressed her to do so. She wondered if sheshould talk to Ian about it.

The phone rang again while she was deep in thought.

Leah quickly picked up the phone, thinking it was Jane, and checked the caller ID, but it was anunknown number.

“Hello?” Leah picked it up and asked suspiciously, “May I know who this is?”

“Leah.” The other party correctly called out her name.

Leah’s heart skipped a beat. She was all too familiar with this voice.

“Han, how did you get my phone number?” she asked, finally replaceing her voice within her poundingheart.

“I found it,” Han said, slightly pleased, “there is nothing I can’t replace.”

What he said was reasonable because truly, there was really nothing he couldn’t replace.

But why on earth did he check on her?

“What do you want?” Leah asked warily.

Han’s voice had a languid, carefree quality to it. “I’d like to speak with you about a businessopportunity.”

“I’m sorry, I really have nothing to talk to you about,” Leah said without thinking.

“Although you are the chairman of the White family’s company and the largest shareholder of FortuneGroup, you are also carrying out Mr. Crawford’s tasks, aren’t you?” Han said a lot in a single breath.

Leah frowned slightly, her voice cold. “What exactly do you want to say?”

Han found himself in a surprisingly good mood as he leaned on the sofa and observed the sceneoutside the floor to ceiling window—even if Leah was hostile to him.

He still wanted to make her laugh and tease her a little.

“Fortune Group cannot make your jewelry famous, but Howard Group can. Why don’t you come andwork for me? I’d like to hire you as the company’s chief jewelry designer.” Han was in a good moodwhen he said this.

Even if it was only a proposal, anything that came out of his mouth sounded more like a command.

“Why should I accept your job offer?” countered Leah.

With significant resources in every area, Howard Group was now the strongest business in the nation,and everyone wanted a piece of the action.

Ryan’s domestic market performance was still lacking, despite his success abroad.

When Ryan let Leah return to Pasteria this time, he expected her to pave the way up in the domesticmarket.

Han had discovered this long ago, so he preyed on her weak spot to entice her.

Leah would have been moved if it had been anyone else.

The other party, however, was Han. She was not reconciled, and she refused to do what he wanted.

“Leah, you don’t have a choice,” Han sighed, his tone heavy.

It was to be expected that she would refuse.

However, despite his best efforts, he couldn’t help but feel a little down.

She always had an uncanny ability to affect his emotions. Han took a light puff after lighting thecigarette between his fingers.

“Who do you think is behind it this time?” After a long silence, he spoke slowly again, “Shawn Ford hashis eyes on you.”

Leah’s expression changed.

So, it was Shawn Ford.

His gentlemanly demeanor came to mind when his name was mentioned, but she also rememberedhow he had a way of making people shudder at even the smallest of his actions.

He was too vicious.

Her father’s death was caused indirectly by his schemes.

Leah’s hands were slightly clenched.

“Han, I’ll take you up on your offer. But it’s not because I compromise with you. It’s because I considermy own interests,” Leah said slowly after a long time.

Han’s voice was somewhat hoarse. “Of course.”

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

It was now evening, and the brilliant sunset shone through the office’s floor-to-ceiling windows.

His office was located in the city’s tallest office building. Han smoked his cigarette slowly.

Ben pushed the door open and walked in. “You asked for me, Mr. Howard?”

“Yes,” Han nodded and said, “Get ready to welcome our company’s new secretary to the president.”

He paused before adding, “Also as my personal assistant.”

Ben looked at Han inexplicably.

Why do I have the impression that Mr. Howard is overly excited right now?