Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 1287

"Take the documents. Don't you know what the plan is right now? I'll head over later."

Raeleigh believed Santiago wholeheartedly. As for what he wanted to do, she had no idea.

Despite her concerns, Raeleigh hurriedly grabbed some documents and stood up. She was aware that her presence would only be a challenge and provocation towards Jepherson. Therefore, it was unlikely that any fruitful discussion would occur. The only thing she would do would be to anger Jerpherson.

With that, Raeleigh had nothing else to hesitate about and would do whatever Santiago asked her to do.

She turned around and went towards the door. Stepping out, she asked Santiago, "Are you sure you'll come?"

Santiago was looking at the computer when he heard her. He froze for a moment and said, "If I don't go and leave you alone to handle the situation, will you be afraid?"

Raeleigh kept quiet. She wasn't afraid, but she would feel a lot safer if Santiago was here.

After turning around and closing the door,

Raeleigh held the file in her hands and walked towards the elevator. She opened the elevator and was promptly caught off guard.

Unexpectedly, Jepherson was standing inside. Raeleigh's breathing grew heavy as she didn't expect this.

"Mr. Richards," Raeleigh greeted him distantly and politely.

Jepherson's handsome face showed a hint of displeasure as he scowled, "Why are you still so polite to me?"

Raeleigh pursed her lips, "I wonder why you're here. You have a private elevator."

As Raeleigh refused to step in, the doors were about to close. Jepherson gritted his teeth, waiting for her to press the button to reopen the doors but Raeleigh didn't. Upon seeing that the elevator doors were about to close, he quickly pressed the button, and the doors opened again.

His gaze focused on Raeleigh slowly grew impatient.

"Come in."

Raeleigh considered this for a moment before denying politely, "I still have something to do. Please go ahead, Mr. Richards. I will be right there in a while."

In a haste, Raeleigh walked away. Jepherson was so angry that his expression darkened. He gritted his teeth and wanted to chase after her, but his phone rang at that very moment.

He took out his phone and hesitated to step out, but eventually walked out of the elevator.

Meanwhile, Raeleigh thought that Jepherson had already left. She breathed out a sigh of relief and finally escaped from the situation.

Jepherson didn't follow her. With that, Raeleigh calmly pushed the fire escape door open and decided to take the stairs.

Compared to facing Jepherson, it was better for her to leave via the stairs.

At that moment, Jepherson was going to knock on Lamarre's office door, but when he stepped out of the elevator, he saw Raeleigh taking the stairs. The fire escape door closed with a thud.

Looking at the closed doors, Jepherson quickly finished his call and turned towards the stairs. He pushed the door open and looked inside. He could no longer see her, but footsteps could be heard.

Walking down the stairs, Jepherson's face looked grim. In order to avoid taking the elevator with him, she had chosen to take the stairs to the conference room. Fortunately, the conference room was situated on the middle floors of the building, if it was downstairs...

Jepherson narrowed his eyes. If that was the case, she'd definitely be exhausted.

Raeleigh was reading the documents intently as she walked down the stairs. She was so focused on them that she didn't notice that someone had followed her down. The minute she heard footsteps behind her, she turned around in curiosity, only to find Jepherson already approaching her.

Raeleigh felt uncomfortable. She didn't expect him to approach her so silently.

At first, she was shocked and her face turned pale.

However, she didn't try to hide but instead tried her best to calm herself down.

"Mr. Richards."

"Hmph!" Jepherson snorted. He didn't know what to say. Looking at Raeleigh's overalls, he pulled at the tie around his neckline and unbuttoned his collar in a fit of annoyance.