Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 167 Mr. Hale as customer service? The curious kidnapping

Chapter 167: 167 Mr. Hale as customer service? The curious kidnapping

Not only did I not know his contact information, but I didn’t even know his name; the person seemed to appear out of thin air, and then disappear like a wisp of smoke, leaving no trace.

Hannah Johnson was busy with work, so as soon as she got busy, she had no time to think about that little brown dog.

Occasionally visiting the hotel where they had the chance encounter, she never saw him again.

However, one time when she went to Zoe’s place to freeload some food, William suddenly mentioned, "Didn’t you hire a cooking auntie? Why are you still coming to our house?"

"I let her go," Hannah lied, without a blush or skip in her heartbeat.

"Why?"

"The food wasn’t good."

William was suspicious but couldn’t detect any abnormalities.

"Zoe, want to go shopping after dinner?" Hannah changed the subject.

"My online store just opened; I’m a bit busy, and besides, I have to go to the old house for dinner tonight. Let’s do it in a few days, I will invite you."

"When did you open, and why didn’t you tell me? Give me the link, I’d like to support you." Hannah asked for the address, the store name was "Triple & Double," currently offering seven or eight kinds of incense sticks, coupled with a variety of Incense Cards and Harmony Fragrance Beads, "Who came up with this name?"

"Grandma," Zoe said with a smile.

The implication was that life was going well and she was very satisfied.

Wyatt Hale came up with one: "Rebirth: Selling Incense Online."

He said such store names have been trending lately.

Lily said to call it: "Whispers of Wind and Flowers."

The old gentleman simply said, just call it: "Eastern Fragrance."

In the end, Zoe still decided to use the name her grandmother chose for the shop, which made the old gentleman a little unhappy. Wyatt bluntly said, "Grandma, I bet Grandpa thinks the name you chose is terrible, not nearly as good as his."

Looking at him suspiciously, his wife said,

The elder gentleman was so angry he wanted to smack the little rascal.

Hannah purchased quite a bit in one go, saying it was for friends, "I’ll let my friends try the incense, if they like it, they can help you spread the word."

"Thank you."

"We’re family, why be so formal with me? A good wine needs no bush, but don’t worry, I won’t say the shop is yours, just that a friend owns it. If they like it, they’ll come back. If not, then so be it."

Zoe nodded, smiling.

She opened this little store, and William was supportive of it.

Ever since the online store started operating, besides making incense, she spent most of her time watching the computer, thrilled with every customer inquiry.

If she encountered a repeat order from a loyal customer, she was even more excited.

Without any promotion, initially, business was nearly non-existent; it was very difficult to make a sale even every ten days or half a month.

But ever since Hannah helped with the promotion, after about three or four days, she received a big order.

With incense, as long as someone used it and others liked the scent, they would ask for the link, and she naturally had a steady stream of business.

When she got busy, William was the one who got depressed.

Because Zoe, aside from her fixed massage times, spent most of her time in the Incense Making Room.

When William found time to meet with his friends, they joked around with him, "Yo, who do we have here? Isn’t that old Hale? We thought you were so lost in the land of tenderness that you couldn’t get out."

"Haven’t you been spending all your time with your sister-in-law recently? How come you have time now; did you have a fight?"

William Hale: "She’s busy with work."

Everyone: "..."

"Busier than you?" they asked curiously.

"She’s in the early stages of starting a business; I have to support her venture."

Most importantly, during mealtimes, when notification sounds chimed, William would pull out another mobile phone and respond to messages.

"A new phone? Specifically for contacting your sister-in-law?"

"No, it’s for the online store’s customer service."

Everyone: (O_o)??

What the hell, you’re moonlighting as customer service now?

Are you that idle?

Zoe wanted to hire a customer service representative; the job posting had already been sent out, but she still couldn’t find a suitable candidate. Sometimes, when she was too busy to reply to messages, she would ask William to help out.

Did the other people know that the one chatting with them was Mr. Hale from the Capital City, a man who usually had his nose in the air?

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That day, Zoe happened to be free and had arranged with Hannah to go shopping and also to interview a customer service representative at a coffee shop near Yarden.

"Is the candidate still a student?" Hannah stirred the coffee in front of her.

"Just graduated this year."

Hannah nodded. That little brown dog, then, what has he been busy with?

Isn’t he also busy sending out resumes, looking for a job?

Or, finding a girlfriend?

Looking like that, he must have been very popular at school.

From this coffee shop, one could see the gate to Yarden. Zoe casually asked, "Mr. Hale’s mother’s name also contains the character ’Yi.’ Did you consider this when buying the house?"

Hannah Johnson chuckled and said, "You wouldn’t be unaware that this real estate development is developed by the Hale Family, would you?"

"What?"

"They broke ground on it in commemoration of my aunt’s twentieth death anniversary, and even named the complex after one of the characters in her name."

Hannah Johnson said with emotion, "Time really does fly. In a few more days, it’ll be my aunt’s memorial day again."

Before Zoe Bell could ask for the exact date, the girl applying for the customer service position arrived earlier than expected.

Her face still carried a hint of immaturity, yet she deliberately dressed in formal attire, acting somewhat reserved, with her hair tied in a ponytail, radiating youthful energy all over.

"Joy Watson?" Zoe Bell asked.

"Mhm," she nodded in confirmation.

"Do you have experience in customer service?"

"My family sells some hardware products online, and I help with replying to messages during summer and winter breaks."

Zoe Bell was amiable, but Hannah Johnson’s every move exuded an elite aura, which made her even more nervous.

The key thing was that the two people opposite her...

Were too beautiful.

"Then you should be quite familiar with the business, but are you knowledgeable about incense?"

She smiled at Zoe Bell, "Actually, I’ve bought things from your shop before, and I especially like the ’Post-Rain Lantana’ and ’Warm Sun Autumn Osmanthus’ scents."

After a brief understanding, Zoe Bell decided to give her a trial period first.

"Thank you, I will definitely work hard," Joy Watson said, very excited and grateful for the opportunity Zoe Bell gave her.

Hannah Johnson, resting her cheek on her hand, watched her, "Little girl, following Boss Bell will lead you to a bright future, keep it up."

She nodded repeatedly.

After Joy Watson left, Zoe Bell then turned to Hannah Johnson, "What do you think about her?"

Hannah Johnson, being the boss, was skilled in managing staff and had the ability to judge people.

"Not bad. Fresh out of society and a little green, but seems quite enthusiastic. Let’s see how it goes during the trial period," she said.

No sooner had she spoken than Hannah Johnson’s phone vibrated.

A call from an unknown local number in the Capital City.

She answered, and before she could speak, the other party couldn’t wait to blurt out, "Hannah..."

It was Liam Hugh!

"Don’t rush to hang up." He seemed to have anticipated Hannah Johnson’s next move, "I really need to talk to you urgently, Molly Hanson... she..."

Hannah Johnson had no interest in listening to him.

She grabbed Zoe Bell to go shopping instead.

During this time, Liam Hugh changed five or six different numbers to harass her, completely ruining Hannah Johnson’s mood.

"Let’s head back, you go home and rest first, and come to our house for dinner tonight," Zoe Bell suggested, seeing that she wasn’t in good spirits and naturally had no interest in continuing to shop.

"Sorry, I’ll make plans with you when I’m free."

Zoe Bell nodded.

The car drove into the underground garage, and they had to take different elevators to their respective buildings.

So they parted ways after getting out of the car.

Hannah Johnson’s phone vibrated again, another unknown number.

Had Liam Hugh lost his mind?

Since she had to be available for work calls, she couldn’t turn off her phone. As a result, she was incredibly irritated by having to block one number only for him to call from another.

Just as she was about to block this number too, a dark figure suddenly darted out from the side.

The person was dressed in black, even wearing a hat and mask, which made her scalp tingle with fear, loosening her grip—

"Bang—" The phone crashed to the ground.

In the silent underground garage, the sound was harsh.

Zoe Bell spun around abruptly.

Following that, she heard a man’s voice begging for mercy!

This direction...

She practically sprinted to the elevator of the building where Hannah Johnson was and upon arriving, she saw Hannah Johnson holding her bag and beating a man in black.

She wanted to help, but the man tore off his mask, "Stop hitting me, it’s me!"

Liam Hugh.

"What are you doing lurking around here, all sneaky!" Hannah Johnson was startled, thinking she had encountered a pervert.

"Hannah, you have to help me," Liam Hugh said, his voice filled with agitation as he tried to grab her hand, but Hannah Johnson dodged, "Molly Hanson... she..."

"She ran away?"

Hannah Johnson bent down to pick up her phone.

After all, Molly Hanson was after the money, and with Liam Hugh being stripped of his assets, even some savings wouldn’t be enough to support their lavish lifestyle for long.

Liam Hugh shook his head, "She’s been kidnapped, and the kidnappers are asking for six million."

Upon hearing this, Hannah Johnson frowned.

Zoe Bell stayed silent, finding the kidnapping somewhat too bizarre.