C81 Why Don't You Chase Her Back?

"Please come to the school administration office."

Loran's voice sounded in her ear once again, causing her to frown.

School administration office?

She asked in confusion, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Let's talk about the copyright of your award and the issue of the copyright transfer," Loran explained briefly. His eyes fell on the Rolex watch on his wrist. "We'll meet in the school administration office in three minutes."

"I..."

Before she could finish her sentence, there was a beeping sound from the other end of the line.

Lydia shook her head helplessly as she held the phone in her hand.

This was really a case of birds of a feather flocking together. Had Reece's domineering behavior been contagious to Loran?

She shrugged and threw the phone to the side. She then tidied up the things in her suitcase before walking towards the school administration office.

At this moment.

In the school administration office.

Reece was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed. His fingers were tapping on the back of the sofa as he glanced at the empty door.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Three minutes had passed, but the corridor was still empty.

The man's expression darkened.

He looked at Loran with a wicked gaze. "Where is he?"

The man's deep voice was filled with a sense of oppression. Loran couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. "Sixth Brother, don't be anxious. You won't be able to eat hot tofu if you get anxious."

"Oh," the man replied. He then changed his position and leaned back on the sofa. "But I have to remind you that there's still an hour before the end of the day."

Loran's mouth twitched as he listened to his friend's 'kind reminder'. "!!!"

Sixth Brother, you are chasing after your wife, aren't you? Why do you have to squeeze out my brain cells?

Isn't this a bit too much?

No... No, it's not that. You are simply too much!

Even though he was complaining in his heart, Loran didn't dare to complain.

He stared nervously at the door, praying in his heart that she would come. His life was in her hands!

The clock on the wall rang.

In the blink of an eye, another ten minutes passed, but there was still no sign of her.

Loran glanced at the cold man and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

As he was about to dial her number, the office door was pushed open. "I'm sorry, I came a little late."

Loran looked at her and was overjoyed. "It's not too late."

"Since you're here, let's get straight to the point." On the sofa, Reece handed a contract to Lydia with a serious expression. "This is the contract that I asked the company's lawyer to draft. Take a look. There are no problems. Let's sign the labor contract."

"Labor cooperation?" Shouldn't it be a copyright cooperation?

Lydia took the contract and read it carefully.

"The Tillman Group emphasizes quality. Although we have bought your copyright, we need you to control the selection of the diamond ring, the material of the diamond ring, and the cutting of the diamond. That's why after the board of directors discussed it in the morning, they unanimously decided to sign a labor cooperation with you. You will be the chief designer of this project."

Reece's explanation was watertight.

Meanwhile, Loran's mouth twitched again.

After the board of directors' discussion, they unanimously decided to...

Heh, heh... Sixth brother, didn't you decide it yourself?

"Oh... I see." Not knowing the truth, Lydia didn't notice anything strange. She glanced at the labor contract.

As if he had sensed her thoughts, the man on the other side of the table said in a formal voice, "Look at the labor contract. If there are no objections, we can talk about it."

Loran was stunned by the human-like Reece.

He clutched his heart in pain and his mouth twitched again. Sixth brother, why did you treat me differently?

When I entered the company, your attitude was not like this.

Didn't they say that the Tillman Group would treat everyone equally and not give special treatment?

Why did it change when it came to Lydia?

"Since the lawyer of the Tillman Group drafted it, there shouldn't be any problems. However... I have a condition." Lydia closed the contract and looked at the man opposite her.

The man raised his eyebrows. "What condition?"

"I am still in school. I have to go to the company after school." No matter what, she couldn't delay her studies.

This time, she was able to get the award because she had already known about Viola's design!

Therefore, it was impossible for her not to study.

"Of course."

Lydia was a little surprised to see the man agree so readily.

Was he that easy to talk to?

However, she felt that something was amiss when Reece agreed so readily.

She couldn't tell what exactly was wrong with him.

Maybe she was overthinking it!

Hmm, she must have been overthinking it.

Wasn't this the most normal kind of cooperation? She shouldn't be overly concerned about it just because of their personal relationship.

Lydia secretly advised herself, but she didn't really care.

After confirming that the contract was fine, she picked up the pen and signed the name 'Lydia' on it.

As he looked at the delicate notes on the contract, the corner of his lips curled up. However, he quickly hid his joy and pretended to be indifferent. "Did you sign it?"

"Yes."

Lydia nodded and pushed the contract in front of the man.

The man glanced at it and smiled. "I hope we have a pleasant cooperation."

"... Yes, we have a pleasant cooperation." Lydia held the man's finger lightly and shook it, then quickly withdrew her hand. "Is there anything else? If not, I'll go back to my dorm."

"It's nothing serious, but I still have to remind you that you have to report at the company at 2 o'clock in the afternoon." Reece, who was sitting opposite her, smiled brightly.

Lydia's eyebrows immediately twisted into a knot. "You're going to report at 2 o'clock in the afternoon?"

"Why? Is there a problem?"

"There's no problem, but I haven't seen if there are any classes in the afternoon. If there are, then..."

"Before you came, I asked your supervisor for your class schedule. I don't think you have any classes in the afternoon." Before she could finish, he took out a schedule and handed it to her.

Lydia stared at the schedule in front of her and frowned. "..."

Why did she feel like she had fallen into a trap?

Was she overthinking it?

"Lydia, we will meet at the company at two o'clock in the afternoon." Just as she was distracted, a magnetic male voice came from above her head.

She looked up at the man, and at that moment, Reece, who was standing opposite her, leaned towards her.

Lydia was stunned.

The distance between them suddenly shortened. Her mind went blank as she stood rooted to the ground.

What was he doing?

Suddenly, her body tensed up.

She was stunned for a moment before the man's face drew closer to her.

Closer!

So close that she could clearly count the number of his eyelashes.

"Lydia, don't be late." Suddenly, the man said a few words.

Lydia was shocked. Her eyes were filled with astonishment. "Just this?"

"What else?" The man looked at her with interest. "What do you think I'm going to do? Hmm?"

"I thought you had something important to do. Since you don't, then I'll leave first." Lydia smiled faintly and straightened her back.

Just like that, she turned around and left.

As she limped away, Reece's eyes, which were filled with stars, suddenly dimmed.

He was so close to her just now, yet she didn't feel the slightest bit of embarrassment.

Did she really not love him anymore?

He lowered his eyes in disappointment, and his gaze became complicated.

When the footsteps in the corridor completely disappeared, Reece leaned against his desk and took out another cigarette. He took a deep breath and let the warm air enter his lungs.

Recently, his addiction to smoking had gotten worse.

It seemed that he couldn't get rid of it.

"... Sixth Bro, didn't I capture all the people for you? Why are you still frowning?" Loran looked at the man, puzzled.

Reece pinched the space between his eyebrows with a headache. "I didn't come back."

"Then come back." Loran shrugged and casually threw out a sentence.

When Reece heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and the corner of his mouth raised slightly.

He turned his head and looked at the sky outside through the glass window with a heavy heart.

At this moment, no one could understand what the man was thinking.

...

Lydia left the office with a slight frown on her face.

She stopped in the corner and turned her head to look at the office behind her. There were traces of complicated emotions in her watery eyes.

As expected, this so-called labor cooperation was not simple.

He had let her leave the Tillman family, but in a different way, he had pulled her back.

At first, she didn't realize it, but she did when the man said that last sentence.

Sigh!

Reece, why did you do this?

I, Lydia, really don't need you to make up for anything. I just want freedom. Why don't you understand?

However, I will make you understand sooner or later!

Lydia sighed and forced her gaze away from the office.

Lydia slightly relaxed her eyebrows and limped down the stairs with her left leg.

Because of her left leg, she walked much slower than the others.

She climbed the stairs for nearly a quarter of an hour.

When she finally reached the exit, her back was already drenched in cold sweat.

It was said that it was difficult to go up the stairs, but it was as difficult as ascending the heavens for her.

It was not because of her crippled leg that she could not control her speed and strength. If she was not careful, she might fall from the stairs and get bruised all over.

Just as she stabilized her footsteps, her waist suddenly tightened and she was pulled into a classroom.

"Ah!" Lydia panicked and screamed.

However, in the next second, her mouth was covered by a pair of ice-cold hands. She could only make muffled sounds.

"Don't be afraid. It's me."

A familiar voice sounded above her head, and the fear in Lydia's eyes slightly disappeared.

She looked up at the author and her eyes turned cold. She glared at him and signaled him to let her go.

"Can you bandage it?" Author asked with a pale face.

Only then did Lydia realize that something was wrong with the Author.

His face was pale, and his lips were so white that they were almost transparent. His entire body was in a terrible state.

What was wrong with him?

She looked at Author suspiciously.

Soon enough, the black sweater on his right arm was torn apart by something sharp. The red blood drenched the sleeves of the sweater and dripped onto the floor.

*Ding, ding, ding...*

In the next second, Author stumbled and fell straight to the ground.

Lydia's eyes widened in surprise. "Author?"

Before she could react, she had already rushed over to him.