On his way out, he crossed paths with Xylia, who had just returned from sending Margaret off.
Xylia straightened immediately, lowering her gaze. “Mr. Graham.”
Fraser halted, his tone lazy yet sharp.
“This is the Stewart family daughter you mentioned?”
Xylia blinked.
Wait… was there another Ms. Stewart?
“Y-Yes, sir. Margaret is the Stewart family’s daughter…”
Fraser scoffed. “I don’t like working with idiots. Ada, retrain Xylia before she resumes her duties.”
With that, he strode off toward his private elevator.
Ada, standing nearby, nodded. “Understood.”
Xylia wanted to cry.
Ada sighed. Looks like Mr. Graham really hates the Stewart family.
She picked up the phone and made a call to the front desk.
“From now on, if any Ms. Stewart from the
Stewart Group comes to see Mr. Graham – reject them outright.”
Fraser drove back to Skycrest Villa.
The moment he stepped into the garden, a giant fluffy Samoyed came bounding toward him.
He reached out, catching the massive white ball of fur in his arms.
“You still think you’re a puppy, huh?” he muttered, cradling it with a hint of exasperation.
The Samoyed barked in protest, as if offended by the accusation.
Fraser chuckled, ruffling its head before setting it down.
Taking a brush from the dog sitter, he dismissed them with a wave.
Skycrest Villa staff all knew that Fraser doted on this dog beyond reason.
Despite just being a dog sitter, Hailey was at the top of the staff hierarchy simply because she took care of Pudding.
The vast estate was bathed in golden sunlight.
A winding stone path led through the lush greenery to a crystal-blue swimming pool.
In the center of the garden, a strikingly handsome man knelt beside a fluffy white Samoyed, brushing its fur.
Pudding, usually full of energy, sat obediently at Fraser’s feet today.
As if sensing his bad mood, it didn’t roll around or play – it simply licked his hand occasionally, offering quiet comfort.
Fraser absentmindedly combed its fur.
“Pudding, your mom has no heart.”
He scoffed. “She broke her childhood promise, found herself another man… If she sees you, will she even recognize you?”
He paused, then laughed at himself.
“No, she didn’t even recognize me. Why would she recognize you?”
Fraser gave Pudding a once-over and sighed.
“You’ve gotten fat. You used to be this tiny, scrappy little thing. Now you’re built like a damn lion. If I was hoping you’d remind Summer of the past, I guess that’s a lost cause.”
Pudding barked in protest.
Meanwhile, Summer suddenly sneezed.
“Who’s talking bad about me?”
The next morning, Summer searched her office for the Global Project investment report.
She spent the entire morning looking for it.
But it was nowhere to be found.
Her original plan was to take the report to Fraser, explain everything in a purely business manner, and see if he was interested in investing.
If that didn’t work…
She would swallow her pride and use the favor he had promised her. After all, Fraser had agreed to it himself.
But now, the report was gone.
She clearly remembered leaving it on her desk.
She had even worked late into the night to finish it.
“Quinn, has anyone been in my office these past two days?”
Quinn hesitated at the doorway, looking a little guilty. “Ms. Stewart, no one has been in your office.”
Summer narrowed her eyes, staring at her in silence for a few seconds.
Quinn’s scalp tingled under her gaze, but she didn’t dare say anything.
She wasn’t the one who had taken the report. But she knew who had.
That day, when Summer wasn’t around, she had wanted to stop it.
But before she could do anything, she got a call from Margaret.
Margaret had warned her that if she spoke a word about it, she wouldn’t last another day at the Stewart Group.
Quinn was just a fresh graduate. She had no desire to get caught up in a wealthy family’s power struggle.
She just wanted to keep her job and get paid.
So now, she had no choice but to stay quiet and pretend she didn’t know anything.
Summer knew there was no way the report had simply disappeared. But seeing that Quinn wasn’t going to talk, she didn’t press the issue.
“Alright, you can go.”
It didn’t matter. The entire report was in her head.
She grabbed her car keys and handbag and headed to the parking garage.
As she drove to the Graham Group, she found herself annoyed.
She had already met Fraser twice – how had she forgotten to get his contact information?
Even if she never needed to use it, it was always good to have.
She was so stupid. Now she had to drive all the way to the Graham Group and wait for him.
Half an hour later, she arrived.
Walking up to the front desk, she greeted the receptionist politely. “Hello, could you help me get in touch with Mr. Graham?”
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