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Sipping his tea, Reginald said unhurriedly, “Alright, just keep an eye on it when you get back.” 

“Okay.” 

Back in her own office, Harriet turned on her computer. The Townsend Group’s stock was still falling, and she also saw the gossip online about her and Ellsworth’s supposed marital crisis. 

Whew!! 

Holding her phone, Harriet puffed out her cheeks and let out a long sigh. 

None of these people wished them well; they were all just gloating over their misfortune. 

Exiting the trending gossip topics, Harriet opened her dial pad and quickly keyed in Ellsworth’s number. 

Even though they hadn’t been in touch much lately, she still instinctively remembered his number. 

Just as she was about to call, Harriet changed her mind. 

In the end, she didn’t make the call. 

Ellsworth was probably busy at this time. If she called, he might 

not answer, and she could end up disturbing him. 

Thinking this, Harriet typed out a message and sent it: “How’s 

the situation? Are you handling it?” 

After sending out the message, Harriet was still a bit worried 

and would occasionally check the stock situation. 

Still in the red. 

Doing a quick calculation in her mind, at least several billion had 

evaporated. 

She hadn’t expected her departure from the Townsend Group to 

have such a big impact. After all, no one had ever been 

optimistic about her marriage to Ellsworth. 

She had believed Colin’s words, thinking there would be no 

effect, thinking she could handle it. 

If she had known it would turn out like this, she wouldn’t have 

joined the company or become the vice president in the first 

place. 

She was still too young, too arrogant. 

With the Townsend Group’s stock plummeting, all those gossip news stories trending online suddenly seemed unimportant. 

Staring at the message she had sent, Harriet remembered the 

fire from a few years ago, when Ellsworth had risked his life to 

carry her out. She felt a pang of guilt. 

She had meant to repay a kindness, but it ended up as revenge. 

Exiting the messaging app, Harriet was thinking of finding 

something to do when her phone rang almost immediately. 

Harriet picked it up and saw it was a reply from Ellsworth. 

Harriet opened the message. Ellsworth’s reply was very simple. 

She hadn’t expected him to respond so quickly. He said, “It’s not 

a big problem. It’s being handled. Don’t worry.” 

Just that short line was enough to finally put Harriet’s mind at 

ease. 

She knew that, when it came to work, Ellsworth was absolutely 

reliable. 

Holding her phone in both hands, Harriet quickly replied, “Okay. 

If you need me to do anything, just let me know.” 

Arguments were arguments, divorce was divorce, but making money couldn’t be affected. 

Ellsworth replied instantly, “Okay.” 

Even though he said okay, for the rest of the day, Ellsworth 

didn’t contact Harriet, nor did Noel. They didn’t need her to do 

anything. 

This was unexpected for Harriet. She thought it would be like 

before, that they would need her for PR. 

It wasn’t until five in the afternoon, just as Harriet was about to 

get off work, that Ellsworth called. 

Seeing that familiar number, Harriet swiped to answer and 

picked up the call: “Hello.” 

On the other end, Ellsworth spoke gently: “Grandpa wants us to 

come home for dinner tonight. I’ll come pick you up in a bit.” 

Harriet nodded, “Okay.” 

In three years of marriage, this was the first time Ellsworth had 

taken the initiative to call Harriet and invite her back to the 

Townsend’s mansion for dinner. 

Before, Harriet always drove herself over. 

After hanging up, Harriet tidied up the documents and her work 

for the day. It was time to get off work. 

Thinking about the Townsend Group, Harriet didn’t work 

overtime today. She packed up her things and left. 

Wearing a white business jacket and black cropped suit pants, 

her style hadn’t changed from previous years. She hadn’t 

bought new clothes just because she changed jobs. 

Clicking along in her high heels, and occasionally breaking into 

a little run toward the office building entrance, she saw 

Ellsworth’s car already parked at the door. 

He was very punctual. 

Opening the passenger door and getting in, Harriet turned to 

look at Ellsworth and asked, “How’s the situation? Will things 

stabilize by tomorrow?” 

If it weren’t for having something to discuss, she wouldn’t have 

sat in the front passenger seat. 

With both hands on the steering wheel, Ellsworth looked at 

Harriet and calmly reminded her, “Seatbelt.” 

Harriet, hearing this, fastened her seatbelt casually, then stared straight at Ellsworth. 

Ellsworth couldn’t help but smile under her gaze, but he still 

remained unhurried and composed, as if nothing major had happened.