My nervous demeanor seemed to trigger jealousy in Neil Whitmore. "For you, even a dog is more important than me," he remarked.
"Dogs are humans’ best friends," I replied without lifting my head, then turned to the little dog and said, "Don't you think I'm right, Neilson?"
The puppy happily barked in my arms. It seemed to really like the name.
Neil had a persistently serious expression. Every time the little dog saw him, it would hide, looking scared. His presence was so overpowering that even the fiercest of dogs would fear him.
A servant approached us, saying, "Mr. Whitmore, Ms. Finch, dinner is ready."
"Neilson, let's go have dinner," I said as I carried the little pup to the dining room. I had initially thought about letting it join us, but then I remembered and thought, “It is still a puppy, so it should stick to milk for now.”
I placed the puppy on a nearby chair, which happened to be Neil's usual spot.
Neil walked over, saw his usual spot occupied, and looked even more sullen. The little pup barked at him twice. He snorted coldly and took a seat elsewhere.
I ate while searching online for dog care tips. Perhaps because I was unable to have children of my own anymore, I immediately treated that little pup as my own.
Neil received a phone call, most likely from Louis Aldridge.
I listened to their conversation. It seemed like Louis was about to start working at Whitmore Co., and it was going to be a significant position.
I recalled the conspiracy theories Stella Wallace and I had discussed. What kind of person was Louis, really? I had some reservations about him, but since I didn't know him well, there was no need to be overly concerned.
"Alright. You can come to the company to complete the formalities," Neil concluded the call with Louis and then asked me, "Why have you been staring at me?"
"Is Louis going to work at Whitmore Co.?" I asked casually, keeping my head down as I continued eating.
Neil nodded. "Yes. He hasn't found a job since returning home. And we need to hire new employees, so I decided to bring him into Whitmore Co."
If Neil agreed to have Louis at Whitmore Co., he must have been referring to the headquarters. That was a coveted place for many.
Louis was probably competent, but the key reason he could enter Whitmore Co.'s headquarters was Neil.
"Do you have any objections?" Neil asked me.
"I have no objections," I replied casually, shaking my head while continuing to eat.
Neil didn't say much more. He took a few more bites of his meal and then headed upstairs. I finished my dinner slowly and handed the little pup over to the servants to arrange a place for it to stay.
I was planning to visit Barbara Sands the next day. So, I decided to take a bath that night and prepare my clothes for the next day. I wondered if Neil was in the master bedroom at that time.
I approached the door of the master bedroom and tried to push it open, only to find it dark inside. Neil wasn't in there.
I thought, “He might be working in his study.”
I sighed in relief and went to take a bath.
When I left the bathroom, I heard Neil's voice. He seemed a bit annoyed.
He hung up the phone, saw me coming out, looked surprised for a moment, and then said, "I need to go out for a while."
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