“This isn’t how you write a proposal.”
With Howard’s guidance, I ended up revising the document about ten times before his frown finally softened.
“Go rest for now; we’ll just continue tomorrow.”
He stood up and headed to the bathroom. Suddenly, his phone, lying unlocked on the table, buzzed with a new message.
Curiosity got the better of me, so I peeked at it. Seeing Lance’s name on the screen, I tapped it open after hesitating for a while.
[Lance: Uncle, how’s Sienna? Is she really mad at me? Why hasn’t she tried to contact me these past few days?]
[Howard: Why should she contact you? If you don’t like her, let her go!]
[Lance: Uncle, she’s been clinging to me and refusing to let go. I’m just trying to keep her from causing a scene. Can you help me manage her at my engagement party? As long as Sienna doesn’t disrupt things, I promise to focus on work afterward!]
Lance, a spoiled man, was promising to work hard just so I wouldn’t “cause trouble”?
Scrolling further up, I saw him asking Howard for money to handle the damage his fiancée, Maia, had done to my house. But Howard hadn’t given him a cent. Instead, he had asked for my hospital address.