Chapter 453: Rumors

Harold took a painting with him said that Noah asked her to redraw the portrait of the suspect. The suspect was a middle-aged woman. She looked kind. But she always frowned, which was unpleasant and gloomy to look at.

Instead of starting to draw, Emily put it aside. When she was back to her office after the meeting, she asked Harold to bring the portrait over. After thinking for a while, she began to draw devotedly.

Emily didn't have much time. Every few minutes she had calls to take. It was either from the marketing department or the advertising department to report things to her. The finance department and the purchasing department called for detailed expenditure and income reports. Though Harold helped Emily to answer the phone, Emily also listened attentively. All the money here was hers. The advertising department was set up with her money. The salary of all the employees was her responsibility.

The Britt Group had been broken for a long time. On the first day Emily worked here, she told Harold to transfer one million dollars in as the expenses of the entire company, such as the fuel and travel expenses of the marketing department.

Emily then set up the advertising department. What was more, she added more than 20 positions and bought relevant supporting equipment for art designers, sales, administration and logistics, advertising, copywriting, planning, vision, interactive design, and so on.

Of course, Emily would not check accounts. She just wanted to know a general picture of the financial situation of the company.

Harold had stayed in the company with Emily for nearly two weeks. He was used to the silent working mode. When he looked up, it was almost noon. He remembered that he hadn't ordered a lunch.

He looked towards Emily who was still drawing. Harold did not disturb her. He stood up and walked out. The assistant at the door saw him and handed him a lunch box.

Harold knew who sent it. So he took it with a nod at the assistant and walked back.

The assistant was high on gossip. She opened the group chat and typed.

"Why did the Scavos prepare food for Miss Emily?"

"Furthermore, her assistant was calm with this. Is he used to it?"

"I bet that Miss Emily and Mr. Vincent are in a ... relationship."

"May I ask what ... means?"

"Me too!"

"Me too!"

"I think they are quite matched."

"I remember you said that Miss Emily was a pitiful fool last month."

The person couldn't retort back.

"I did. But at that time I didn't know that Miss Emily was not only smart but also beautiful. Not to mention that she is much younger than me! She is a powerful woman during the meeting, which makes me forget her age. I am afraid of her glance..."

"That rumor is right."

"I agree."

"What rumor?"

"Many big shots had been to Mr. Maury's funeral. You can find it online. But no one took any photos, they could not prove it. It was just a rumor at that time. But I believe it now."

"What are you talking about?"

"Miss Emily and Mr. Vincent are likely to be a couple!"

"OMG"

"I'm dead meat. I had secretly said bad things about her before."

"You are not alone."

"I didn't think much of her at first. But now I have egg on my face."

Harold placed the lunch on the table and poured a glass of water. He walked to Emily's desk and knocked on the table.

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Emily looked up at the time. It was past noon. She put down her pen and exercised her neck. Then she stood up and took a sip of water. She caught a glimpse of the food box on the coffee table. She put down the cup and asked, "When was it sent?"

"I'm not sure," Harold answered.

Emily walked to the window and looked down. There was no car at the door. But a black Bentley parked at the door of the opposite building. A man was standing in front of the car. He was too far away, so Emily couldn't see him clearly.

Emily breathed upon the glass and drew a heart on it. Through the heart, she saw the man raised his hand. It seemed that he grabbed something and pressed it against his heart.

Emily couldn't help but reveal a smile. Harold was complicated when he saw this. Only Mr. Vincent could make Emily happy currently.

Emily turned around and sat down at the coffee table to have lunch. The usual coldness disappeared from her eyes. And she smiled even when she was eating.

Stephanie heard that Emily had transformed into the advertising industry. She found some investors to cooperate with Emily. She even reduced her advertising fee by two points for the cooperation with the Britt Group. Therefore, orders had continuously increased in two weeks.

Emily was very busy. She had to find time to paint Merinda's portrait. Noah described her in a general and objective way. It was not easy for Emily to draw. Because it was the portrait of a suspect, she had even surmised the suspect's mental activities. Of course, a bad person would not show her evil on her face. She painted Merinda as a kind woman with desire and greed in her eyes. And there were laugh lines beside her mouth because Emily assumed that she would smile a lot habitually.

Before the painting was completed, Emily received a message from Noah. The police had blocked the passage of the news. Citizens of City Y did not know that Branden, chairman of Zayne Science and Technology, had been arrested.

"A female corpse was found in Branden's villa. Mr. Ferne was injured. Noah was in the hospital," Harold continued to report the new messages on the phone in a low voice, "Christy sent a message saying that she would come for the portrait when it is completed."

Emily came back to her senses from the last message, "Didn't she get hurt? Can she heal so quickly?"

"She's injured on her shoulder. She probably has not been recovered for the time being. It might be that she wants to visit the injured Mr. Ferne." Harold guessed.

Of course, he was wrong.

Branden was captured and the House of Hope was investigated. The GY Temple was involved. Even the President of the City Hospital was brought to the police for the investigation because of his close relationship with Branden.

However, Merinda hadn't been found. Emily went nowhere all afternoon. She just sat in her office and drew the portrait. Harold helped with the trivialities of the Britt Group. She didn't stop drawing until it was time to get off work.

Lights shined in her office through the window. Emily turned her head and said unconsciously, "It's getting dark." Saying this, she put down the pen in her hand.

"Send it to her." Emily lay on the chair with exhaustion.

Harold nodded. He was worried about leaving Emily alone in the office.

"Miss Emily, I should send you home first."

"No need. I haven't finished my work. You go first. I'll finish it after a rest." Emily waved her hand.

Harold didn't say anything more. He went downstairs to call the security guards up before leaving.

However, Harold saw a Bentley parked at the door. Its window was slightly open. He could vaguely see that a man in the back seat.

"Mr. Vincent." Harold walked to the car and said to the man in the back seat, "Miss Emily is up alone." After a pause, he added, "She hasn't had dinner yet."

Vincent turned to him with his brows slightly frowned. He understood why when he saw Harold holding a painting. Then, he waved his hand at Harold and said, "You can go."

The advertisement orders from Stephanie were not difficult since the requirements were not demanding. The Marketing Department had taken three orders in a week. But the customers were so picky that their new designer couldn't bear them and resigned.

Simple requirements didn't mean that you could goof around. Emily was looking at the final draft sent by the designer. There was also a thick stack of books beside her, such as Introduction to Advertising Design, Introduction to Visual Communication Design, Marketing, Graphic Language, Design Arrangement, and so on.

The changes brought by the information age required her to learn fast to keep up with the times and not to be left behind.

There was a knock on the door and the door was opened. Emily did not look up and said, "Did you buy me something to eat?"

"Harold" didn't reply.

Emily looked with the help of the light from the computer's screen. She saw a man in a black suit standing at the door. The lights in the office were not on so his face was hidden in the dark.

"Why are you here?" Emily stood up with a faint smile on her face.

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