His Domineering Lover
Chapter 496

The audience at the conference was dumbfounded at Rachel's speech. Sean was stunned too. He had tried to defend Rachel and protect her career in his previous speech. But Rachel stepped away from the entertainment industry on her own. Rachel was totally defeated in this love war, beaten black and blue.

Therefore, she quitted. Rachel felt tired of keeping the best condition before the cameras. All she wanted now was a break, then she would start all over again, as an ordinary woman.

She wanted to marry William. William was the only man who could cherish her, apart from her parents. She knew that her reputation was now in a mess.

If she continued to struggle in the entertainment industry, there would be more dislikes towards her. More importantly, she knew what kind of family the Turners was.

For the sake of both herself and William, Rachel quitted. She could go home to take over her family business. There always was a way for her to go.

"Let's call it a day. I have spoken my mind. Please spare me in the future, as to lead a common life is my only wish now."

At last, Rachel stood up and made a deep bow. There was a shot at Sean's face, which was filled with surprise, so Sean knew nothing about Rachel's decision in advance.

"Ah, a good drama ends." Turning off the tablet, Steve marveled at the surprising ending.

"She should quit the entertainment industry! What a surprise! Is she really OK with that?"

"I assume it is a decision under all kinds of pressure. The continuous abuses and Sean's coldness depressed her."

Rachel lost both her career and love during her announcement of divorce and quittance. Her fearless move impressed Tracey deeply.

Tracey's mouth curved into a faint smile, "Withdrawing from that lustrous and dazzling industry, she may live better."

"I'm thinking, will the Turners accept her, even if she is divorced and quits now?" Steve asked with his chin in his hand.

"Who knows? I don't care about her anymore. And everyone has his fate. Well, it's late, let's go home. It will be a busy day tomorrow!" Tracey didn't add insult to injury nor feel sympathy for Rachel. Rachel reaped what she had sown.

"Let's go home. Little Wilson, see you tomorrow." Steve liked to tease Wilson. He felt happy whenever Wilson's stony face fractured. "You're courting death!" When Wilson was about to chase after him, Steve had left with Tracey.

In the elevator, Tracey poked Steve's head and said, "Are you born to be against Wilson? Why do you always tease him?"

"His same expression bores me, so I would like to see more expressions on his face."

"You nudnik!" Tracey felt this answer both funny and annoying.

"Tracey, guess where I will go tomorrow?" Steve put on a serious expression suddenly and said seriously.

"Where?" Tracey, who was texting Adam with her head down, asked flatly.

"R Company."

"What!" Tracey raised her head instantly. Tracey was curious about R Company because her mother worked there.

Tracey called her mother several times, but only her assistant answered the calls. Although her assistant said there would be a callback, she received none.

During his last visit here, Adam told Steve something about R Company. Therefore, Steve informed Tracey of the meeting with R Company after a second thought.

"Our company is going to develop a piece of land, which R Company owns. We are negotiating about the purchase price."

"Let me do it." Tracey had been away from the headquarter for a long time. Thanks to Steve who ran the company well, Tracey could take a rest.

It was R Company, so Tracey might have a chance to see her mother. She would feel satisfied with a distant glance at her mother.

"I knew you would be interested. Well, you're in charge." Steve knew Tracey's secret.

"Thanks."

Tracey went back to her bedroom after a shower. She held a business card in her hand. It was a card from Tina, and Tracey had checked it many times. Tracey could feel her mother whenever looking at this business card. Several times Tracey would like to go upstairs to look for her mother when she passed R company. But Tracey knew that Tina would refuse their meeting because this meeting might ruin Tina's plans.

As a result, Tracey didn't dare and couldn't look for Tina. What she did was to stand afar to stare at the skyscraper again and again.

She put the business card on her chest and whispered, "Mom, can I see you tomorrow?"

This night, Tracey dreamed of her childhood when her mother, sitting by the window and looking at the flying snow outside, knitted a sweater for Tracey.

Tracey was playing with toys on the ground or watching cartoons. The fire flickered in the fireplace, and it was peaceful.

"Tracey, come and try to see if the sweater fits you." Her mother liked to check the size from time to time when knitting the sweater.

Tracey stretched out her hand before her mother. Her mother stretched the unfinished sweater on Tracey to check.

"Mom, I like this new sweater. How long will it take to be finished?" Tracey lying on her mother's lap and holding her cheeks, asked with an expectant look. "Soon, Tracey." Her mother stroked Tracey's head.

"Mom..." Tracey opened her eyes with tears. It was gloomy outside as if it was going to rain.

The season to wear a sweater came again, but there was no such a person who would knit a sweater for her in this cold winter.

Tracey stood by the window for a long time. She yearned for the warm embrace of her mother, which was common for others but difficult for Tracey.

Tracey checked her watch, 'It is still early in the morning.' She met Wilson unexpectedly during her habitual morning run. Different from before, they were close to each other now. Sometimes they did the morning run and had breakfast together. "Wilson, I want to ask you something." Tracey supposed that Wilson, as a local in the US, should know R Company. "Go ahead." Wilson took a big bite of the toast. He seldom talked during a meal, so this was an exception. "Since you are a local, do you know anything about R Company and R Family?" Tracey asked candidly. "Why do you ask?" Wilson looked displeased as if it was a topic he disliked.