Chapter 158 Detective Hoven
Patricia commented, “You almost caused a scene yesterday by bringing Ms. Bowen to the office to find Mr. Middleton and me.”
Emelie turned her head slightly and lowered the sunshade.
Still smiling, Patricia said, “I was a bit surprised. After what happened on the ship and with you no longer at Cloudex Corporation, I didn’t expect you to still be so possessive of Mr. Middleton. Just as I was catching up with him, it felt like you were ready to interrupt.”
Interrupt?
Emelie wondered if when Daphne showed up, she only saw what happened afterward, or if she interrupted the intimacy in the middle of it.
She pictured that scenario and furrowed her brow.
A flight attendant came over and asked politely, “Would you ladies like something to drink?”
“Half a glass of lemon water, please,” Emelie requested, feeling a bit queasy.
The flight attendant poured a glass and handed it to her, and Emelie drank it down.
Patricia’s voice was softer than the flight attendant’s. “Ms. Hoven, you seem pretty bothered by my relationship with Mr. Middleton, don’t you… Or are you perhaps feeling a bit jealous?”
Emelie opened the disposable eye mask provided in the business class and finally turned to Patricia, saying, “Sorry, I’m a bit tired and need to get some sleep.” Patricia was caught off guard by Emelie’s sudden statement.
But Emelie had already put on the eye mask and adjusted her seat. Folding her hands on her abdomen, she appeared as if she was getting ready to doze off peacefully.
Patricia found herself simultaneously irritated and amused.
After all the talk, Emelie didn’t reply at all. She just mentioned wanting to sleep and was basically telling Patricia to shut up subtly.
Patricia couldn’t help but find Emelie to be poised and unflappable.
Three hours later, the plane landed in Wimstour City.
Their ride was waiting outside the airport, and their luggage was already being handled. Emelie and Samuel walked together. Samuel switched off airplane mode on his phone and casually opened his photo album, saying, “Check this out.”
William, who was trailing behind them, lifted his head and glanced at Emelie and Samuel ahead with a blank expression.
Emelie glanced at Samuel’s phone.
It showed a picture of a plant stand with four or five pots of mint plants. She exclaimed, “Have they all grown this much?”
Samuel chuckled, “You only gave me a few, and now they’re almost taking over my plant stand.”
With his sharp eyesight, William noticed Samuel’s screen was filled with lush greenery.
Remembering Emelie’s pot of mint plants, he wondered if she had given them to Samuel.
William pressed his lips together.
Emelie saw right through it. “I don’t believe it. You must have bought some yourself.”
Samuel chuckled, “You’re quite the detective, aren’t you, Sherlock Hoven? I should’ve taken your word for it. Mint plants do thrive, so I shouldn’t have bought more. Now my plant stand is overrun with their ‘descendants.“”
Emelie sighed, “Mr. Swanson, as a distinguished professor, you shouldn’t be throwing around nicknames.”
“Sorry,” Samuel apologized with a smirk
Locking his phone and glancing at her hair, he commented, “I don’t usually see you with your hair tied up. It looks nice.”
Emelie was taken aback when she noticed something flash in the comer of Samuel’s phone screen. It was like a camera snapping a photo of her.
She quickly turned her head to look in that direction but found nothing there.
Frowning, she glanced around again but still found nothing.
William calmly approached from behind them and said, “Move aside.”
Since Emelie didn’t notice anything strange, she hurried to catch up with Samuel.
William watched Emelie go with indifference. He noticed the bun on the back of her head bobbed as she jogged.
“Looks nice? More like she just rolled out of bed without bothering to fix her hair. How messy,” William thought.
They were picked up by a private car and went straight to the hotel.
While the two CEOs and Samuel talked in the lobby, Emelie and a few secretaries checked in at the front desk. With Swanson Corporation only sending Patricia this time, she had to handle the check–in herself.
Emelie overheard Patricia asking Ashton, “Which floor is Mr. Middleton on?”
Chapter 158 Detective Hoven
“The 19th floor,” Ashton replied.
With a smile, Patricia turned to the hotel receptionist and said, “I’d like to be on the 19th floor as well.”