Begging For A Reconciliation
Chapter 468

Chapter 468

Chapter 468 A Moment Is An Eternity

The window glass was being repeatedly slammed by the cold wind. Leah felt a little chilly when sheheard the whistling sound. She buried her head once more in the cozy quilt. She looked bewildered asshe kept scrolling through the comments on her phone.

"How is that person so brave? Fergie shouldn't steal the trophy from Ms. Charming even though she isa member of the Ritch family, right?"

"Does she not realize that Mr. Hendrik is watching out for our Ms. Charming? Be careful! Ritch familymight be in great danger."

Leah murmured, "This doesn’t feel right. They used to chastise me on the internet, didn't they? Theyrarely defend me in public."

Leah quickly discovered the reason when her assistant sent her a text message.

"Ms. White, our PR department has already taken the initiative to direct fans' comments on variousnews media platforms regarding online public opinion."

Leah found the situation both funny and embarrassing as she put away her phone. She was happy fornothing.

Some of her company's positive reviews and exposure had disappeared as word of her losing thecompetition spread across the nation.

"I see. Thank you."

Leah was depressed after she received another call from a government official informing her thatDream Designs had not been included in the Top 50 Who's Who rankings for new and influentialcompanies.

She kept examining her own work and Fergie's because she was unwilling to accept her defeat.

While Fergie's work was flawless, as Susan had stated, it was still inferior to hers. It was obvious thatshe should have been the champion.

Leah was unwilling to endure her suffering in silence. She called the organizers to inquire about thecompetition results. When she raised her doubts, the organizers dismissed her concerns and mockedher.

"Are you implying that a novice designer like you is more competent than all of us experts? Neverassume that depending on Mr. Hendrik will be enough for you to prevail. Don't you realize what you'recapable of? How could you possibly have ever imagined competing against Ms. Ritch? You areremarkably bold. Accept the fact that you lost to her. All of this chatter is just a bitter loser whining,right?"

This speech made Leah the one at fault.

Her eyes became icy in appearance. She pursed her lips and rebuked, "How could you verbally attackme when I'm just bringing up logical doubts? It doesn't seem right, does it? Is this the true nature of theorganizers of such internationally renowned events? People from the outside world would likely be verydisappointed if they learned about this. This competition will lose its credibility!"

Leah might not be upset if they had been more professional in pointing out her shortcomings incomparison to Fergie. They attacked her as soon as she opened her mouth, which really made herfurious.

The staff became upset after hearing Leah's direct and firm reply.

He berated her, "Do you consider me to be easily intimidated? Do you believe you can oppose us, theplanners of an international event, given your status as someone who rose up the social ladder througha man? It was somehow flattering to award you the title of runner-up, how dare you covet Ms. Ritch'stitle? You don't know what’s good for you!"

The organizers started to hurl abuse and insults at Leah.

Leah was not angry. She simply pressed the recording button on her phone.

Han just so happened to hear the insults coming from the phone because Leah had set it on the tablewhen he walked into the room. His charming face abruptly turned gloomy. His body radiated an icy andmurderous aura.

Leah had stood up and taken his hand before he could do anything about it. She motioned for him notto speak.

Leah held her tongue until she felt she had gathered sufficient proof a short while later. She said, "Nomatter how the competition turns out, you have insulted me today. I'll see you in court."

After she hung up the phone, Han's deep and icy voice sounded immediately, "Did they cheat you outof your championship?"

Han was shown the creations by Leah and Fergie. She explained, "It would appear so. Her workcontains some details and lines that aren't as well-managed as mine."

Han pulled out his phone. He didn't even bother to look at Fergie's creations. His gloomy expressionshowed a sign of disdain, "What a bunch of fools!"

…

He could not bear the thought of Leah being wronged by anyone other than himself.

Leah noticed Han’s meaningful gaze, and she asked in confusion, "Are you preparing to take action?Don't worry, I'll sue the organizers and take them to court."

Han chuckled, "There's no need for that. A competition organizer that loses its fairness doesn't need toexist."

Outside the window, the chilly wind persisted.

Leah's heart warmed at this frank defense, but other people found this speech to be a little inhuman.

"Then, I'll leave it to you."

Since Han was going to take action, Leah was happy to take it easy. She smiled gently and held hiswrist. She said, "How are Serena and Ben doing?"

The ice in Han's eyes melted during this conversation, which was typical for a normal couple. Hangrinned, allowing Leah to hold him more comfortably by bringing his elbow closer to her side. He said,"Serena is now awake. After dinner, let's go see her."

…

Ritch Manor, which was located abroad.

An old man was seated in the grand hall. His physique remained tall and burly even though he hadgray hair. He had a sharp and fierce gaze. He glared at the subordinate that kneeled before him andasked, "What did you just say? This Sarah White belongs to Hendrik?"

He only asked one question, but it contained a complete demonstration of his authority.

That subordinate was powerless against the old man's commanding presence. His body was shakinguncontrollably, and he was covered in a cold sweat.

Despite his body shaking throughout, he forced himself to respond, "Indeed, Mr. Ritch. All of the publicopinions expressed online have been monitored and examined. Internet users are eager to watch thedrama surrounding the Ritch family. They all claimed that we had offended Mr. Hendrik."

"Bang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a cup of piping hot tea smashed onto the floor, narrowly missing his

face. The air was permeated with the aroma of premium black tea.

Mr. Ritch scoffed, "It seems like a lot has happened during my years of recuperation. Hendrik has onlyrisen to prominence in the last two years, what does he have to compare with my family? The KendrickGroup is merely a trivial force that I can eliminate with a wave of my hand."

The Kendrick Group's influence over the previous two years was well known to that subordinate.

He could not help but remind his boss, "Mr. Ritch, his strength truly exceeds our imagination. TheKendrick Group has strong momentum. Our family may not be able to withstand their power."

In a fit of rage, Mr. Ritch growled, "You thrash! Are you afraid of him? Are you looking down on me? TellOwen to have Veyris completely suppress and blacklist the Kendrick Group!"