Chapter 944: Chapter 944: The Old Fox
"Are you done talking?"
However, Elijah Walker wasn’t in the mood to pay attention to Florienna Ellis. He gathered the materials at hand, speaking slowly.
And such a reaction, in the eyes of Florienna Ellis, was simply him throwing a tantrum.
Florienna Ellis blinked her eyes; she stepped forward and suddenly looped her arm through Elijah Walker’s.
Elijah Walker never expected Florienna Ellis to make such a move, which startled him, causing him to dodge abruptly.
"What are you doing..."
But before Elijah Walker could finish his sentence, he saw Florienna Ellis falling daintily to the side and then putting on a look of considerable grievance.
"Team Leader Walker, what are you doing? If there is something about me you dislike, you can tell me. Why are you treating me like this now..."
Elijah Walker was nearly scared to death by Florienna Ellis’s sudden change of face, and the commotion between the two also drew the attention of many onlookers.
In Team B, many people knew Florienna Ellis’s true colors, but designers from other teams were oblivious, and with Florienna Ellis radiating a strong air of the "green tea" type, she had already deceived quite a few male designers in the design department.
Although the onlookers didn’t know the whole story, seeing Florienna Ellis’s pitiful expression naturally led some to immediately think that she was being bullied.
"Elijah Walker, what are you doing!" someone called out.
And Elijah Walker felt so frustrated he was nearly choking on his own blood; he quickly backed away, clutching his materials and hurriedly left.
If he couldn’t provoke, couldn’t he still avoid?
Florienna Ellis twirled a lock of her hair, finally casting her gaze towards Charlotte Thompson’s office.
...
Meanwhile, Justin Battleson, looking at the documents Michael Richard handed to him, understood implicitly, "You found something?"
Michael Richard nodded and said aloud, "It’s Mr. Miller."
Hearing Michael Richard’s words, Justin Battleson couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh.
This was something he had not anticipated.
"Should we take direct action..." Michael Richard tentatively asked.
But Justin Battleson dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand, "No need, I’m actually curious to see what other tricks this old fox can play."
This Jackson Miller was someone who had followed Justin Battleson’s grandfather, holding shares in many of the Battleson Family’s enterprises, and Justin had made him a shareholder in the Riley Group out of respect for his grandfather’s wishes.
After all, for Justin Battleson, Jackson Miller was an elder, and he naturally held respect for him.
"Keep a close watch on him, see who he has been in contact with lately," Justin Battleson instructed while propping his cheek in his hand.
On reflection, this Jackson Miller had not agreed with the decision for Justin to inherit the Battleson Family business from Oliver Battleson’s hands.
Michael Richard acknowledged Justin Battleson’s instructions and then turned to leave.
Justin Battleson’s gaze inadvertently drifted to the window.
The somewhat glaring sunlight made Justin’s eyes feel a bit sore; he narrowed them slightly, his mind recalling those cruel words.
"I hope his life, his future, everything about him, would be like a snowy night, forever buried beneath endless cold."
The veins in his neck tensed, and the palm that had been resting on the desk started to clench ever tighter.
Eventually, Justin Battleson chose to take deep breaths to calm the raging anger in his chest.
...
On the other hand, Coco was accompanying Charlotte Thompson to Melissa Tanner’s studio.
Charlotte Thompson had decided to meet with Zara Ward.
When Charlotte Thompson arrived at the location Zara Ward had sent her, she looked up at the towering building in front of her.
"This is Melissa Tanner’s studio? Wasn’t it said to be just an obscure small brand..."
Standing next to Charlotte Thompson, Coco couldn’t help but exclaim first.