Chapter 21 Wrapped Around His Finger
If Emelie responded to William, the conversation would spiral out weirdly. It wasn’t like Emelie had to answer him in the first place.
As such, she switched the topic. “Mr. Spencer and Mr. Feyd should be fine now that Mr. Glearnfield. stepped in. I’ll be off now.”
Her tone was so flat it felt like she was talking to a stranger.
William watched her take a couple of steps forward before saying, “Haven’t you forgotten what happened? It’s only been a week.”
Emelie stopped, understanding William’s perspective in an instant. He must’ve thought that Emelie had only thrown a tantrum the other day because she was accused of something she didn’t do at the hospital. Now that things were over, it was time for Emelie to compose herself.
In a
all honesty, Emelie did find that she’d overreacted the other day. Her act of recklessly venting out all her grievances to William must’ve made her look like a clown to him.
But Emelie had nothing to say to William. She’d already resigned, so there was nothing more between them. She didn’t need to appease him like she used to,
Emelie continued walking away without another word.
William watched her limping away, expression growing colder.
Jayden soon exited the police station with Feyd in one arm and Troy in the other, snapping at them.
“Are you two still kids? How could you both get arrested by the police because of a fight? Do you two need your parents to teach you a lesson?”
Feyd pleaded, “I’m really grateful for your help, Mr. Gleamfield. Please don’t tell my dad what happened. here, or he’ll hit me!”
“Oh, I can keep quiet. But you best think twice before taking action in the future. The both of you grew up knowing one another, so did things really have to end with violence?’ Jayden scowled.
The Gleamfield family had a proper and well–mannered background, so they were best qualified to use
such a tone.
“I know, I know.” Feyd looked around, but Emelie was nowhere to be found. However, he didn’t dare question why. Instead, Feyd scratched his head and quickly left.
Troy ran down the steps and asked William, “Where’s Emelie, Will? Has she left? I wanted to thank her in person for helping me get you guys to come here. If my father finds out about this, he’s bound to cancel my credit card again!”
When William stayed silent, Troy continued blabbering, “Goddamn it! It’s my first time getting dragged to the police station. Who knows who reported me?”
He then excitedly said, “Why don’t we go party at Lyle’s bar and get rid of all these bad vibes?”
Jayden smacked Troy’s head. “You’re already thinking of partying right after being balled? Go home and reflect on your actions!”
Troy obediently did as Jayden told and left the scene.
Jayden then went up to William and asked, “Did you ask Ms. Hoven to continue working for you?”
William walked to their car. “She
can rest for a few more days until her injury has healed.”
Jayden realized that William wasn’t upset about Emelie’s Injury preventing her from working. Instead, William assumed that Emelie would return to work once she recovered from her injury.
William always had Emelie wrapped around his finger. Jayden really didn’t know what to say on the
matter.
Troy wasn’t someone who could stay serious for more than a few days. He reflected on his actions for three days before calling all his friends to the Westward Club. His so–called “turning over a new leaf” was just an excuse to gather everyone and have fun. He didn’t even know what that phrase actually meant
While they were partying. Troy gave Emelie a call.
“We’re at Westward Club, Emelie. Why don’t you come over? We’re clearing the air from what happened
the other day at the police station. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have been able to be bailed out! You
deserve the credit, so you must join us!” Troy said.
Emelie didn’t need to guess who might be at the party with Troy. William might not be there, but all his other friends must be. Emelie didn’t want to mingle in a circle that was not hers, so she refused Troy’s
offer.
“Apologies, Mr. Spencer, but my relatives are paying me a visit. I need to tend to them instead and can’t leave home. Plus, all I did the other day was give Mr. Gleamfield a phone call. If you want to thank
someone, thank him.”
“No, wait a minute.” Troy walked outside the club while covering his other ear. “Are you actually at home? Why does the noise from where you are sound so familiar?”
Emelie didn’t waste any more time. “I’ll be hanging up now if there’s nothing else, Mr. Spencer.”
“W–Wait a minute!” Troy ran over to the Westward Club’s entrance and looked around. His eyes brightened when he spotted a familiar figure standing by the road. Troy then ran over and grabbed her arm. “Emelie!”
