Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife
Chapter 111 - 100: Talking to these people requires consuming some IQ, otherwise communication is impossible1

Chapter 111: Chapter 100: Talking to these people requires consuming some IQ, otherwise communication is impossible1

Thinking about her unrequited love, she really felt like a clown.

Did she truly suffer in this love story? Not really; her suffering was her own doing.

She just couldn’t figure it out; with so many men in the world, why did she fall for Hunter Warren?

How disgusting; in the future, Zenia’s child will call Darnley brother...

She shook her head, no, it won’t happen; she would never tell Hunter that Darnley is his child in this lifetime.

So it doesn’t matter.

Who Hunter decides to have children with is none of her business.

Starting now, she will resist Hunter Warren and not let him near her life at all.

Back home, Faye Townsend put away her sadness, smiling at Darnley.

"Darnley, I’m back."

Darnley put down his book and rushed to her: "Faye, why did you come back so late."

"Worked a bit overtime, sorry baby, are you hungry?"

She stepped forward to pick up Darnley and kissed him on the cheek.

"Not hungry, I just had some snacks.

Faye, I talked to Dad over the phone this morning, Dad is with Miya."

"Oh? How is Miya? I haven’t called her today."

"She’s fine, she went to Dad’s house, she said Dad took her out to eat something delicious.

But she cried when she hung up, she said she missed me."

Hearing Miya cried, Faye felt distressed: "Mommy kind of misses Dad and Miya too, what about you?"

"I miss them a lot too, Faye, are we really not going back?

Can’t we just let Dad and Miya come to Eldoria?

I can’t bear to be apart from Miya, and I can’t bear to be apart from you."

Faye contemplated with pursed lips: "But Miya’s health..."

"It’s okay, I’ll take good care of her.

You and Dad just focus on your work."

Faye pondered: "How about we talk to Dad after Miya’s last surgery?"

"Mom, you’ve promised me, you must not forget."

"Okay." He only calls her Mom at times like this, what a cheeky little guy.

"I’m hungry, Uncle Rivers, is dinner ready?"

Uncle Rivers came over with a smile and carried Darnley: "Yes, young lady, you’d better go upstairs to change and then come down to eat."

"Alright." Faye turned and went upstairs to change clothes.

Once in her room, she slowly closed the door, went to the bedside, and leaned on the bed, sitting on the carpet.

She must be hungry; she felt completely powerless.

What a strange thing, she was fine before she got off work.

She massaged her temples; no, she still had Darnley; she needed to pull herself together, couldn’t let someone irrelevant affect her.

Strength is not just talking; true strength comes from the heart.

She shook her head, changed her clothes, and went downstairs full of energy.

At least in front of Darnley, she must be a happy and strong mother.

Darnley was too smart; she didn’t want him to worry.

The next day at noon, flowers delivered by Hunter Warren arrived as usual.

When Declan Rivers called to ask for instructions, Faye felt a bit annoyed.

She didn’t want to hear anything about Hunter Warren at the moment.

"Declan, go downstairs later to pay the person who delivered the flowers.

Tell them I bought the flowers, and send them to the People’s Hospital.

Give every patient in every ward a bouquet, in the company’s name, wishing them a speedy recovery."

"Understood, Director Townsend."

After hanging up, Faye turned off her phone.

During lunch, Brielle Golden ordered a work meal for her.

With her new job, she had to put in several times more effort than others.

The Townsend Group wasn’t a small company; its extensive business scope had made her somewhat anxious.

However, after a few days of serious study, she discovered that all business, in essence, was the same.

Only the scope was different.

There was a knock on the door, and without looking up from her documents, Faye said, "Come in."

With a creak, the door opened, and then there was silence.

Puzzled, Faye looked up to find Oliver Turner standing at her desk with a lunch box.

She smiled: "What brings you here?"

"I tried calling you, but your phone was off, so I called your secretary, who said you were working overtime. So I came to bring you lunch."

Faye looked at the lunch box he was holding, smiling: "Then do I have to eat two lunches this noon?

Secretary Lee already ordered a work meal for me."

"The Townsend Group’s work meals are terrible, trust me, you’re better off eating this."

"Really? When I was a kid, I loved the Townsend Group’s work meals the most.

Every time I came to the company with my parents, I would eat in the employee dining hall with my dad."

Raising the topic, Faye suddenly remembered the past.

Back then, Dad would order her a big chicken leg.

Not liking chicken skin, he would peel it for her to eat himself.

As she reminisced, her eyes showed a hint of a smile.

"Maybe the chef changed over the years, you should try it sometime.

The taste is admittedly just average.

But I heard from the secretary that the meal is quite affordable.

I only ate it once, after which I’d rather go hungry than eat the Townsend Group’s work meal."

Faye shrugged: "Who knows, perhaps."

Apart from the unchangeable fact of her parents’ passing, it seemed everything and everyone in her memories were slowly changing.

Wasn’t she changing too?

"I heard someone has been sending you flowers these past few days?" Oliver leaned forward slightly, gazing at her.

Faye pursed her lips, feeling a bit awkward.

"Haven’t you been away from the company these past two days? Yet, your information is quite up-to-date."

"Don’t forget, I’ve been diligently serving here for six years.

How could I not cultivate a trusted aide or two?"

Faye smiled: "Does that mean you have trained a spy among them?"

"Not really a spy, just a few reliable assistants I’ve personally promoted.

Don’t worry, they have no ulterior motives, just simply work hard for their salary."

"Let’s hope so, otherwise, I’d need to develop a sense of crisis."

Oliver crossed his arms and sat on the side of her desk.

"Miss, your skill at changing topics is indeed getting better.

But I came here for gossip; aren’t you going to tell me this interesting story?"

"Interesting? I don’t think so at all.

I just find some people to be very boring.

So boring that they throw money to send me flowers."

"Then what’s his purpose?

Sending flowers to a woman he abandoned; what exactly does he want?"

Faye raised her eyebrows and looked at him: "Whatever his purpose, it has nothing to do with me.

Oliver, you needn’t remind me of anything.

I have a good grasp of certain matters."

"You see, it’s nice talking to smart people like this.

Some things are indeed hard to articulate.

But before I even say anything, you already understand everything."

Faye laughed: "Was that a compliment?"

"Absolutely a compliment, you should just accept it."

Faye put down the documents in her hand: "Forget it, with you talking to me like this, I can’t focus on anything, let’s have lunch first."

She got up from her desk, took the lunch box from his hand, and sat on the sofa.

"I heard you guys bought land in the suburbs to build a property.

Is the real estate market still reliable now?

And looking at that location... it might be hard to develop within a few years."

"We’re building a logistics warehouse for e-commerce.

Since the land was cheap, I grabbed it first.

When the area develops, I’ll consider how to utilize it."

Faye nodded in agreement: "So what I heard was just a rumor."

"Do you know why you heard such a rumor?"

Faye looked at him: "Could it be... you guys deliberately spread it?"

Oliver raised an eyebrow: "The most direct benefit rumors bring is the shortening of the time waiting for appreciation.

Many companies think we’re going to develop the property, so they’ll build supporting infrastructure around it.

Here and there, the land gets hyped up.

This is the best way for us to quickly recover funds."

Faye nodded and smiled.

"What are you smiling about?"

"No wonder people say business people are crafty.

Looks like I’m the most honest one among business people."

"Honesty isn’t necessarily a good thing, but anyway, take your time to learn."

Faye lowered her head to open the lunch box and saw the words "Wine Fairy Residence" written on it; she was surprised: "Did you... order from Wine Fairy Residence?"

"Quick, taste it, see if it’s the most familiar taste in your memory."

Faye was a bit touched, she took a piece of braised pork with chopsticks, nodded in satisfaction.

"Mmm, it’s delicious; indeed, the food from our own restaurant tastes the best.

But how did you think of ordering from Wine Fairy Residence for me?"

Wine Fairy Residence is where Faye’s father first started his business and made his first pot of gold.

The Townsend Group’s business began in that tiny restaurant.

Wine Fairy Residence has no chains nationwide.

Even Anchester has only three.

Each of these three is always fully booked daily.

The chefs here haven’t changed their style for thirty years.

They operate in a master-apprentice system; once apprentices are skilled, they join the chain to train more apprentices.

So over the years, no matter when you visit Wine Fairy Residence, the taste remains the same.

"Last time I visited you abroad, we went for Chinese food.

Darnley said it was tasty, and you mentioned it was nowhere near as good as Wine Fairy Residence.

I thought then, you must be missing that taste."

Faye sighed deeply: "I do miss it a lot.

I was actually planning to take Darnley there once I finished my busy schedule.

But you satisfied my taste buds first.

I’ll just have to wrong Darnley a little for now."

"No problem, it’s our little secret; I won’t tell Darnley."

Faye looked at him and couldn’t help but laugh: "Do you think I’m still a three-year-old child, trying to coax me like this?"