Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 431 - 430 touches, cares, is it liking?

Chapter 431: 430 touches, cares, is it liking?

Night fell, and Capital City welcomed the first snow of the winter this year.

Tim Payne turned his head to the person beside him. It was already past midnight; Cressida Jones showed no sign of sleepiness, opening the file bag and examining it repeatedly.

"Miss Jones, you can rest assured, every clause here has been meticulously scrutinized and researched by lawyers. Tonight, the best lawyers in all of Capital City are at your service, there won’t be any problems," Assistant Law said with a smile.

He initially thought, Cressida and the Jones family would at most sever ties.

Little did he expect that what she aimed for was all the Jones family’s wealth.

"I should also thank Junior President Payne for putting on a theatrical act," Cressida Jones turned to Tim Payne to express her thanks.

The snow drenched her, she didn’t brush it off; encountering the car’s heater, it melted into water between her clothes and hair.

Tim Payne just smiled, handing her a tissue, "There’s snow on your body."

"Thank you."

Cressida, not being able to see, merely wiped it casually.

Her hair still had some droplets; before she could react, she saw Tim Payne reach out his hand. By the time she came to her senses, his fingertips had already brushed through her hair, flicking the lingering snow water off.

The snow water was slightly cool, but his fingertips were warm.

A mix of cold and heat brushed over the top of her head...

As if sparks were falling.

It made her scalp tighten, and her body unconsciously tensed up.

The heater in the car was strong, blowing on the face made her feel unbearably hot and anxious.

This gesture,

for girls, might be quite ambiguous.

Assistant Law observed the two through the rearview mirror.

His face full of gossip and excitement.

What’s going on?

Touching hair, according to the development in TV dramas, the next step should be a kiss on the forehead!

Junior President Payne, don’t be a coward, just do it!

Skipping the company’s annual meeting, running here to support Miss Jones, isn’t this love?

"Thank you, I can do it myself," Cressida Jones moved slightly towards the car door, casually sorting her hair with her hand.

"Your hair is wet, easy to catch a cold," Tim Payne withdrew his hand.

Cressida Jones nodded quietly, feeling the hot air blow, her whole body uncomfortably hot.

"What do you plan to do next? Take over the company?" Tim Payne seemed to ask nonchalantly.

"I’m not cut out for business. The overall environment has been tough these years, Jones Corp has already been struggling, plus the recent suppression, the assets have severely shrunk, and it’s difficult to progress. With Silas Jones being arrested, bankruptcy is just a matter of time."

"So, you’re not planning to save the company?" Assistant Law interjected.

Cressida Jones laughed, "Why save a thoroughly rotten enterprise?"

She...

just wants the money.

"If Silas Jones knows, he’d probably die of anger," Assistant Law clicked his tongue.

"So this act must go on, making him believe that I tried my best, yet helpless to change fate, letting him know, I’m the only one in this world who cares about him, making him regret every day in prison."

It’s inevitable for Silas Jones to be investigated and end up in prison.

Tim Payne chuckled lowly, "Then your act will have to go on for a long time."

"Life itself is like a play, who isn’t an actor?"

Assistant Law clicked his tongue:

Miss Jones is really impressive.

She has always been very clear about her desires, every move is calculated.

And she lives so astutely.

"If Beckett Jeans hadn’t gotten involved with Marigold Jones in the beginning, would you have obediently married into the Jeans family?" Tim Payne asked curiously.

Cressida Jones smiled, "What do you think, why would Lavinia Wilde and Marigold Jones disregard propriety, not caring about being the other woman, and still engage in a relationship with Beckett Jeans?"

"Was it all in your plans right from the start?"

"Beckett Jeans is arrogant, loves face, and likes to be flattered; just a few compliments would keep him sending clothes and bags to our house continuously, how could the mother and daughter not be tempted, they wouldn’t watch me become the Young Madam of Jeans family with dry eyes."

Cressida Jones repacked the documents, stuffing them into her bag like treasures.

"Given Lavinia Wilde’s low education, being promoted from a mistress, she couldn’t give her daughter good advice."

"Beckett Jeans had a decent face, naturally, Marigold was moved, coupled with her mother’s instigation, a relationship was bound to happen sooner or later."

Assistant Law was stunned:

So, the scheming had begun long ago.

What a strategy, what a plan!

This... If I were together with Junior President Payne, my boss probably wouldn’t be bullied, right?

After Cressida Jones spoke for a long time, she noticed that both people in the car responded and suddenly realized that she might have said too much, making them feel scared and think she has ulterior motives.

"Junior President Payne, you were not in my original plan, I didn’t intend to involve you and Mrs. Hale."

Tim nodded, "I know."

He originally didn’t plan to go to the engagement party, and the dress his sister wore that day was accidentally wet by herself. Even the arrival of uncle at the 6th floor tonight to support her was just a coincidence...

She’s not a fortune-teller, how could she plot all these.

"Actually, I just want to take back what originally belonged to me, and a lot of these things happened because they messed with me first."

The first to provoke are usually the mean ones.

As Cressida explained, she watched Tim:

He wouldn’t think she’s a villainess, would he?

Suddenly, Tim asked, "Do you think Beckett Jeans is good-looking?"

"What?"

Cressida was stunned, how did the conversation jump there, she just dumbly nodded, "He does look quite alright."

"Do you like that type of appearance?"

"I..."

Cressida was flustered by his question, especially as Tim scrutinized her.

His face, those eyes, could melt hearts of even dogs.

She always believed that not many people are immune to good looks, Cressida was no exception.

With his gaze, she got so nervous that she chuckled awkwardly and averted her eyes, "Appearances can change, I prefer someone with depth. Beckett is just a dog, no matter how handsome, I don’t like him."

Tim didn’t speak again.

The car soon stopped at the hospital entrance, and before Cressida left, she made plans to have a meal with him, "You helped me again, I will definitely treat you to a meal when I’m free."

"How’s your grandma doing? Do you want me to contact Old Sir Lewis for you?"

"Are you close?"

Tim had helped her many times, she didn’t want to trouble him further, but it concerned her grandmother’s health, she didn’t want to miss the chance to have Peter Lewis diagnose.

"My sister’s surgery was done by him, quite close."

"If you can help introduce me, I’d be extremely grateful. If you need help with anything in the future, just let me know. If you need any plants or flowers, I’ll provide them free of charge."

Tim nodded, "It’s late, you should rest early."

He watched Cressida enter the hospital, and then gestured for Assistant Law to drive away.

It was nearly 3 AM, and Tim reclined in his seat to rest, Assistant Law muttered, "Junior President Payne, Miss Jones explained to you just now, saying that her contest with the Jones family was just retaliation. She wants to clarify her image to you."

"That shows she really cares about her image in your heart."

"This means, you are special to her."

"Only if one cares about someone will they explain so much. Otherwise, with Miss Jones’ personality, she usually wouldn’t talk much."

Suddenly opening his eyes, Tim startled Assistant Law who was worried about being scolded again and muttered, "Did I disturb your rest? Then I’ll shut up."

"Keep talking."

"..."

Assistant Law went crazy!

What the hell should I say?

Clearing his throat and gathering courage, he asked, "Junior President Payne, do you like Miss Jones?"

Tim raised an eyebrow, "You better shut up."

He turned his head to look out the window. In just one hour, snow had covered the city. He subconsciously rubbed his fingers, the cool touch from brushing her hair earlier seemed to linger on his fingertips.

Cressida Jones was indeed one of the most interesting people he had ever met.

"By the way, now that Miss Jones has taken over the company and all of the Jones Family’s assets, Beckett must be regretting, and the Jeans Family might start plotting again."

Assistant Law deliberately said: "Not just him, probably every unmarried man in Capital City wants to marry her."

Tim raised an eyebrow: "You’re unmarried too, don’t you want to?"

"I don’t!" Assistant Law asserted.

"Really? I don’t believe you."

"I..." To stand by his position, he simply said: "I don’t like women!"

The implication:

Like men?

Assistant Law thought saying this might please his boss, but instead, he said: "I suddenly feel unsafe, perhaps it’s time to find a new assistant."

Assistant Law almost cried.