Begging For A Reconciliation

Donald’s gaze dimmed at her polite and distant tone, but in the next heartbeat, a smile reappeared on

his face. “I merely dropped by to visit you, Ms. White. Honestly, I still hope to be friends with you one

day.”

The dark look he sported the other day was all but gone, and his expression was utterly sincere at that

moment. For a while, Leah could not quite surmise his true thoughts.

However, something occurred to her, and she asked, “If I remember correctly, Mr. Harper, your

company is a digital media agency, right? Can I ask you for a favor?”

At once, Donald’s eyes lit up. “Sure! Just say the word.”

Having obtained his agreement, Leah turned the laptop screen to face him so that he could see the

surge in commissions. “You have a lot of contact with digital media. Based on your experience, what

does such an abrupt spike in commissions mean?”

At the sight of the droves of internet ghostwriters on the screen, Donald’s smile gradually faded. “Ms.

White, someone is sabotaging your studio behind the scenes!”

While Leah was not surprised, her heart still sank. “Can you please help me find out the culprit behind

this?”

“No problem! I’ll go back and deal with this right away!” Donald instantly vowed in all solemnity.

A near distance away, Serena clocked the interaction between them both. Slowly, her expression

turned strange.

Only when Donald had left did she lean close to Leah with a disconcerted expression on her face. “Say,

Sarah, is he in love with you?”

In a flash, Leah’s face went as black as thunder.

Verily, she wanted to pry open Serena’s brain to see what exactly was running through her mind.

Her silence only convinced Serena further. “He must have fallen in love with you at first sight that day.

That’s why he's been pursuing you madly in the past few days. But at his current age, he can already

be our father. No, he won’t do. That aside, he’s short and vile. No, no—”

Leah clapped a hand over Serena’s mouth, shutting her up. “Your conjecture is outrageous, Serena. He

only wants to repay the debt of gratitude he owes me. Although I’m not sure about his motive either, I’m

certain it isn’t romantic love.”

Speaking of that, Donald’s actions have indeed been abnormal. From the fact that he wanted to bed

me that night, it’s clear that he’s inherently evil. Could he really be making an exception for me because

I saved him back then?

Puzzlement showed on Serena’s face after her suspicion was nixed. “I found out that he’s involved in

the underground circles and is seemingly a shady person. The only possibility I can think of for him to

treat you so well is that he wants to take you for his mistress.”

Shawn, who had just stepped in the door, happened to overhear that remark. His expression promptly

went cold.

I haven’t even resolved the issue of Han, yet another man wants to steal her away now?

He strode up to Leah, but the smile on his lips did not reach his eyes. “Sarah, someone like Donald

undoubtedly has an ulterior motive in approaching you. Don’t trust him.”

“Indeed, it’s somewhat odd,” Leah concurred.

After all, no one could believe that an absolutely wicked person would suddenly turn into a decent

individual.

Seeing that she appeared indifferent about Donald, Shawn breathed a sigh of relief. From his

peripheral vision, he spotted the endless stream of internet ghostwriters popping up on her laptop

screen. His lips curved upward a fraction.

“Sarah, I don’t have much work today, so I came over for a look. Do you need my help with anything?”

He had known when Anna made her move, but he did not stop her from hiring internet ghostwriters to

sabotage the studio because he wanted Leah to depend on him.

“No, thanks,” Leah declined evenly.

Irritation crept into Shawn’s eyes, and his gaze turned gloomy. Sure enough, she’s still touched

because Han saved Carlotta yesterday, huh? If I’d known that I could’ve won her over by doing so, I

would’ve also set a fire while ensuring Carlotta’s safety!

In his opinion, all that was Han’s ploy.

He felt that it made no sense for such a coincidence whereby the house caught on fire on the heels of

him taking Carlotta away.

After a brief silence, he offered smilingly, “I heard that your house caught on fire, Sarah. How about

staying at my place for the time being?”

A flicker of hope showed in his eyes as he looked forward to hearing the answer he wanted.

Leah’s expression remained unchanged. She merely flashed him a polite smile in return. “Thank you,

but I’m fine staying at the studio.”

Just when Shawn was about to persuade her further, a silver-gray luxury car came to a stop in front of

Dream Designs.

Han entered the studio with Carlotta in his arms, followed by two bodyguards.

As soon as he caught sight of Shawn, his unfathomable gaze abruptly turned icy and murderous.

Likewise, Shawn glared at him frostily and blocked his path. “Return my daughter to me.”

Ignoring him, Han placed Carlotta on the ground.

Carlotta greeted Shawn as “Uncle Shawn” sweetly before throwing herself at Leah. “Mommy! I asked

Daddy to bring me here to visit you!”

Han’s lips turned up in joy from her address of him. Subsequently, he trained a chilly gaze on Shawn,

who wore a dark look. “You claim that she’s your daughter, but why did she call you ‘uncle’?”