Destined Entwining: Capturing My Devoted Beau

Chapter 305 - 170: You Don’t Need to Thank Me

Lawrence Winters said, "This is the paper man I made, with Mary Palmer’s birth horoscope written in cinnabar. Although we don’t know the exact time, it doesn’t need to be extremely precise. To deal with her, this horoscope is enough."Saying this, she stuffed the little paper man into the madwoman’s hand, "Here, light it and burn it."

Madwoman: "..."

What kind of superstitious activity is this?

Lawrence Winters took a crystal ashtray and handed her a small and exquisite lighter, "Do you want this woman, who has intentions towards your fiancé, to suffer from menstrual pain so bad that she can’t take care of herself?"

The madwoman instinctively said, "Of course, I do."

But wanting it doesn’t mean it will definitely happen, right?

She also wants to be a millionaire, is that possible?

But seeing Lawrence Winters helping her so seriously, and even using cinnabar, such an elaborate item, she really put her heart into it.

So even though she knew it wouldn’t have any effect, burning it indeed made her feel more at ease.

Just consider it a placebo.

The madwoman nodded, forced a smile, and said, "Okay."

She used the lighter to burn the little paper man made of grass paper to ashes.

No smoke came out, leaving only ash.

The madwoman praised, "The quality of this paper is good."

"Of course it’s good, my great uncle made this smokeless paper for me." Lawrence Winters proudly patted the madwoman’s shoulder, "Don’t worry about it, it’s not worth quarreling with Joyce Shaw over an unclear phone call."

The madwoman was taken aback and said, "Then I can’t ask about it?"

"Of course you have to ask, but how you ask is important." Lawrence Winters whispered, "Don’t directly confront, you can circuitously ask his colleagues with a caring tone. You’re so familiar with him, if he’s hiding something, you will definitely notice."

The madwoman was finally convinced and nodded in agreement.

That night, the madwoman hardly spoke until she was leaving when she smiled and hugged Lawrence Winters.

Once all the guests left, the whole large flat became completely quiet.

Lawrence Winters sprawled on the sofa, felt like she was falling apart.

Kenneth Osborne came over to massage her shoulders and asked, "What did you do tonight? Looks like you fought someone."

"Haha, more exhausting than a fight." Lawrence Winters raised an arm and shook it, "You don’t need to thank me; I helped your good roommate solve a problem tonight, it was so physically draining. So I say, there’s no need to talk about love; it’s so damn heartbreaking, health-breaking, and money-breaking!"

As she was saying this, Nick Zeller’s voice howled out from his room: "Lawrence! Winters! Did you steal my talisman paper again?! Do you know how expensive that stuff is? I’ll have to deduct it from your commission!"

Lawrence Winters giggled, swiftly climbed up from the sofa, ran back to her room, and then locked the door with a click.

Nick Zeller rushed over and saw only Kenneth Osborne on the couch, he couldn’t hold back his laughter, "That little rascal, she sure runs fast!"

Kenneth Osborne: "..."

He rubbed his temples, stood up, and said, "Uncle Nick, Nora didn’t mean it."

"Kenneth, don’t talk; you don’t understand this matter." Nick Zeller raised his hand to stop him, laughingly said, "We’re not nephew and uncle now, we’re master and apprentice. Just wait, we will settle this account for sure!"

Kenneth Osborne smiled, thought to himself, talk all you want, now you’re bluffing with harsh words, as soon as Nora cries a bit, you would surrender...

He didn’t say anything more, turned around, and went back to his room.

...

The madwoman drank quite a bit of beer that night, although she could hold her liquor, but due to feeling down, she still got drunk.

On the way back home, she hardly spoke, but once home, she suddenly asked, "Joyce, do you have a female colleague named Mary Palmer at your company?"

Joyce Shaw nodded, "Yes, she’s our company’s office assistant, always brings me breakfast. But the breakfast is reimbursed by the company, so it’s not her paying."

Then he asked her, "What’s up? Why did you suddenly bring her up?"

The madwoman smiled, "She called you tonight; I couldn’t find you anywhere, then she hung up."

She wouldn’t say what Lawrence Winters said because those words were also what she wanted to say, and she didn’t want to drag Lawrence Winters into their relationship.

Unexpectedly, Joyce Shaw didn’t mind at all and said, "Oh, she hung up? Then she hung up. It won’t be anything important."

Seeing Joyce Shaw didn’t care at all, the madwoman felt somewhat relieved but became even more attentive to Joyce Shaw.

Previously, most of the time in the morning, Joyce Shaw would rise early to make her breakfast; she reflected a bit on herself, realizing she shouldn’t take everything Joyce did for her for granted.

Thus, on Sunday morning, she got up early once and made her specialty shredded pork noodles for Joyce Shaw.

Joyce Shaw ate it with great delight and even voluntarily watched movies with her all afternoon; the relationship between the two became better than before.

...

On Monday morning, Joyce Shaw came to the office early, while the rest of the company had not yet arrived.

He first went to his office to check the program’s running status.

Luckily, nothing went wrong; it was still running.

He opened the surveillance to see if anyone had tried to break into his office over the weekend.

The surveillance camera in front of his office was installed by himself, bought by himself, programmed by himself, linked to his phone.

Once he opens the mobile APP, he can replay the past two days’ recordings.

He listened to the surveillance program, saving it on his phone, then went to the pantry to brew coffee.

Returning with a cup of coffee, he closed the office door, put on Bluetooth earbuds, placed the phone on the holder, and began fast-forwarding through the surveillance of the past two days.

Things were fine at first; on Friday, there was no one, on Saturday, there was no one either.

But by Sunday afternoon, he saw someone walked in from outside, passing by the office door.

The person did not enter his office, but went to the computer lab opposite his office.

Joyce Shaw could clearly see the person; it was Thomas.

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