The Devil's Good Girl-Chapter 242: Not a pond, but an ocean.

***Welcome to the second part of Volume 2: The setting sun***

Six months went by in the blink of an eye. freēwēbnovel.com

[A new era for the Arkwright Corporation as they welcomed their new member of their board of director...]

[The Hale Constructions amidst its controversy on the alleged subquality materials...]

[With the development of the case that involved Hale Construction’s youngest director, the public once again turns to Marianne. Not so long ago, an alleged affair between RTY Broadcast reporter Marianne and Director Vincent Hale...]

[Great Well Insurance still faces charges against the alleged scheme to its consumers...]

Fil cupped her face and sighed as these were the only news she would usually see whenever she checked the internet and checked any news back home. Though there were more critical news affairs, these things were something people liked to hear the most.

"This is Michael’s years of hard work." A subtle smile turned up on her face, as she was glad Michael seemed to be doing fine. As for those affected by his wrath, Fil wasn’t that interested. If anything, she felt sorry for Felix Hale that this was happening.

Suddenly, Fil’s phone rang. Picking it up, her smile stretched.

"Hey," she said as soon as she heard Kenzo’s voice. "Why are you calling me so early in the morning?"

She glanced at the glass wall behind her. It was nighttime. But in Kenzo’s place, it should be around early in the morning.

"What do you mean, why am I calling? I am supposed to report to you before you clock out." Kenzo frowned deeply. "You’re the one who set this schedule. Are you crazy?"

"This is why I chose this time. You keep talking to your boss like that."

Kenzo snorted. "I knew it. This is an abuse of power!"

"It is. What are you gonna do about it?" She arched a brow, listening to the brief silence in the line before she heard him sigh.

"I sent you the files you needed." Kenzo focused on work instead. "I just finished them, so let me know if there’s something I missed."

"Mhm."

"Hey, Fil."

Fil raised her brows and waited for what he was about to say.

"How did you know?" he asked, only to earn a questioning hum from her. "About us, dropping the Hale Construction. You recommended them, but also dropped them as soon as that clip he was fighting with Marcus was released."

It wasn’t like Fil to let her personal feelings get in the way. However, she was only human. Hence, Kenzo thought she recommended dropping the Hale Construction from the Solana Project because of that. But with everything that was going on, it was more like a strategic decision because if they didn’t drop the Hale Construction early on, it would affect the construction of the Solana.

"I was tipped off," she answered vaguely. "And even if I wasn’t, I knew one way or another, Vincent will screw up. You know him."

That was a lame excuse, but Kenzo didn’t pry.

"I see. Anyway, it was a good call."

"Of course, it was." Fil chuckled, engaging in short talks with him before hanging up.

As she put down her phone, she set her eyes back on her monitor. Fil pressed her lips into a thin line, huffing one last time before closing all the tabs. She had already seen more than enough to know how stressful it was to live in the same space as those people.

Michael truly came prepared.

Fil cleaned up her desk before she heard a knock on the door. Looking up, her lips stretched at the sight of her beautiful soon-to-be husband by the entrance of her office.

"I am on the verge of firing all your bosses for making you stay here even after office hours," said Jackson as he strutted in, watching his gorgeous bride stand from behind the desk. "Don’t they realize you are getting married in a month?"

"That’s exactly why I am doing extra hours." Fil seductively approached, standing between his legs as he propped his bottom against the side of her desk. "I don’t want to think about work closer to the wedding and during our honeymoon."

"I can give you a year off if that is what you want or need."

She rested her arms over his shoulders, fluttering her eyelashes coquettishly. "I know you can, but I value my reputation here."

"You do?"

"Jack, I don’t want people to think that I got to where I am just because I’m marrying the big fish in this pond."

"Oh ho. May I remind you this is not a pond, but the ocean, sweetheart."

Fil just smiled, holding back whatever remark she had for that. "How’s your trip today?" she asked, changing their topic smoothly. "You seem a little better."

"Still no good." Jackson smacked his lips as he pulled her waist closer. "But now that I am here, I feel a hundred times better."

"I should start charging you for sucking my energy."

"Just tell me how much and I will write you a check," he humored back, burying his face in her shoulder. He took a deep inhale, as if savoring her scent, before he cocked his head back. "In a month, you’ll be my wife."

"Are you that excited?"

"If I can marry you tomorrow... should we tie the knot tonight?" he suggested for the umpteenth time in the past six months. "We can have the ceremony for formality."

"Jack, you’ve been saying that for six months now. What makes you think I will agree, especially now that there’s only a month left?"

He frowned. "Never mind then."

"Jack." Fil cupped his face and looked at him closely. "You look better today."

"Hm?"

"You looked a little stressed the past months, but lately you’ve been looking... better."

Jackson maintained his short smile. They still hadn’t found Quentin, but Fil had stopped having those dreams around four months ago without Dustin’s help. Perhaps that was the reason Jackson felt a little relaxed. Or maybe the casual peace they had every passing day without Quentin or any remnants of him in their vicinity.

Jackson knew he couldn’t lower his guard so much. Even so, he couldn’t let his anxiety take control of his life and his relationship with Fil because Fil was noticing. She might not say it aloud, but she notices things.

"Anyone would feel better if they’re going to marry the love of their life."

Fil smiled and nodded, only to furrow her brows as she looked back. There was only a glass behind her.

"Are you okay?" asked Jackson, but she didn’t answer immediately.

’Just now... I felt like someone’s staring at me,’ she thought. ’But who would stare at me when I’m on the 50th floor?’

"Nothing," she told him with a smile. "It’s nothing. Let’s continue this home."

"Alright."

With that being said, Jackson helped her out with anything she needed. But as they walked away, he glanced at the glass wall in her office before a glint flickered across his eyes.