Broken Oath: I Left, He Regretted-Chapter 100: That Person Is Very Important to Julian Sinclair

Chapter 100: Chapter 100: That Person Is Very Important to Julian Sinclair

The surroundings were desolate, the only sound was the wind.

At this moment, I heard footsteps, treading on the planks on the ground, gradually approaching me.

Under the bleak moonlight, a pair of black leather shoes appeared in my view.

The man’s tailored suit pants were impeccably pressed, with the hems slightly dusted with dirt.

I reached out with all my remaining strength to grab the cuff of his pants, looking up to see a cold profile outlined by moonlight and a sharply defined jawline.

Julian Sinclair?

What is he doing here?

The moment Julian Sinclair lowered his eyes, the gold rim spectacles reflected a cold light, and a pair of onyx-like eyes flickered with a dark glow.

Our eyes met, and at this moment, he was my only salvation.

Then, Leo Grant’s voice sounded beside him, "Attorney Sinclair, we still haven’t found anything. Maybe, you should head back first, and I’ll continue searching with the team. It’s too dangerous here, there was already an aftershock this morning!"

"Save people first." Julian Sinclair’s voice wasn’t loud but it carried an undeniable power, calm yet decisive.

Following his gaze, Leo Grant saw me and was astonished: "Miss Ellison, you’re here?"

Julian Sinclair and his assistant worked together to lift the beam that was pressing on me, his deft hand gripping my arm, asking, "Can you stand?"

"I’ll try."

My limbs and back were numb, it took a long time, but I finally managed to straighten up.

Unexpectedly, I not only survived the disaster but wasn’t seriously injured either. When the beam pinned me down, I thought my back would surely be broken. The kind of despair where heaven and earth don’t respond is still frightening to recall.

The relief of surviving disaster and an inexplicable surge of emotion intertwined, tears suddenly gushed out, and I could no longer hold back, bursting into sobs.

Julian Sinclair stood silently by without offering extra comfort or urging, just accompanying me in silence, as if giving me enough time to release my emotions.

After crying enough, I looked up, feeling a bit embarrassed, and he handed me a handkerchief.

"Thank you."

I wiped the tears off my face carelessly and put the handkerchief into my coat pocket.

Back at the temporary base, I hastily washed up and tidied myself a little.

Julian Sinclair hadn’t left and stood not far away, his gaze calmly observing the surroundings.

After washing my face, I felt clearer and more composed, and I remembered to ask him, "Attorney Sinclair, what brings you here?"

Leo Grant instinctively blurted out, "Of course, we’re here to find..."

Before he finished, Julian Sinclair calmly interrupted him, "To find a client."

Leo Grant paused, immediately nodding in agreement, "Right, a client."

I smiled and said, "This client must be very important, to bring you to such a dangerous place."

Julian Sinclair nodded, acknowledging, "Yes, quite important."

"Did you find them?" I looked at him in confusion.

He pressed his lips, his tone calm, "Not yet, so I’ll stay here for a few days."

"But... this place is dangerous." Remembering the aftershocks during the day, I couldn’t help but shiver, my tone carrying an aftertaste of fear.

Julian Sinclair’s deep eyes met mine, "Haven’t you been here all along? Danger is inevitable as long as you believe it’s worth it."

His words calmed my mind significantly.

I completely agreed, yet a hint of bitterness swept through my heart.

I’ve known Timothy Xavier for twenty years, considering him my closest person, but he never understood me.

In the following days, Julian Sinclair was always there.

He didn’t speak much, but he always appeared when I needed it most.

When I struggled up a slope with the camera, he naturally took over the heaviest equipment; when interviews met obstacles, with just a few words, he could clarify the situation, and his unhurried aura resolved many challenges smoothly.

Not until the aftershocks completely subsided and the official announcement declared Silverstream safe did Julian Sinclair say to me, "I should go; there are still many things waiting for me to handle in Veridia."

I was momentarily stunned, instinctively asking, "Aren’t you going to find the client?"

Hearing this, Julian Sinclair’s lips curved into a faint smile, like the clear weather after the rain, "No need. You take care here, and when it’s over, come back soon."

"Mm, it’s safe now." I smiled at him gratefully, saying earnestly, "Thank you, Attorney Sinclair."

I was just short of saying, "Your great kindness cannot be repaid."

I watched Julian Sinclair leave, and not far away came the voice of Victoria Monroe.

"Zoe! I finally found you!"

She walked toward me, stepping over the scattered stones, and looked me up and down, saying, "It’s good you’re okay! I thought..."

I said, "Thought I was dead?"

After saying that, she suddenly teared up, and I almost cried as well, choking up, "I thought you... met with misfortune too."

Victoria Monroe’s voice quivered with tears, "Alright, fortunately, we’re reunited now! My phone broke when I got here, these past few days, you don’t know what I’ve been through?"

I took out my phone and handed it to her, saying, "Let your family know you’re safe! By the way, the editor-in-chief was very worried about you and kept asking me for your status."

Victoria gave a bitter smile, saying, "Forget about family, as long as I send money on time every month, they won’t worry about me. But I’ll still call the editor-in-chief, so she doesn’t worry."

And so she called the editor-in-chief with my phone.

After the call, she said to me, "Why do you have so many unread messages on your phone?"

I looked at the little red dots on my phone; in fact, over these days, I had gradually informed The Ellison Family and Jenna Sutton about my situation in Silverstream.

Although they all scolded me a bit, they were concerned and reminded me to report my safety every day.

As for those unread messages, they were mostly from Timothy Xavier.

When I was busy, I couldn’t even be bothered to glance at them.

Now that I had some free time, I opened those little red dots.

Timothy Xavier’s messages made me feel sick to my stomach.

He said, "Zoe, are you safe? Call me back."

He said, "Sorry, I didn’t expect the aftershock to come so quickly."

He said, "Wait for me, I’m sending someone to pick you up now."

I thought, he must have returned to Serena Sawyer’s side that day and saw on the news that the aftershock came in the morning, only then realizing I wasn’t lying.

But Timothy Xavier, I don’t need you anymore!

If I waited for you to determine the truth before coming to rescue me, perhaps I’d already be a corpse now! I blocked him on WeChat and also blocked all other ways he could contact me.

...

We stayed in Silverstream for a whole week.

Later, every day, there were large batches of support and supplies delivered, which was a world away from the conditions we had when we first arrived.

On the day Victoria Monroe and I left, I unexpectedly saw Serena Sawyer getting off the bus with a crowd of people accompanying her.

They also brought supplies, and Serena was followed by many assistants and bodyguards. The grandeur of it all, one would think she was there for a red carpet event in the disaster area.

At that time, Victoria Monroe and I were waiting for the bus to pick us up.

Since all vehicles stopped in that area, Serena Sawyer also saw me.

She was slightly taken aback, then walked toward me.

I told Victoria Monroe to get on the bus first.

Victoria looked at Serena Sawyer warily and reminded, "Be careful."

After saying that, she headed onto the bus.

With a half-smile, Serena Sawyer said, "Miss Ellison, I knew you’d be just fine. Since that’s the case, why bother going to such lengths to call Timothy for rescue? Don’t you want to know why he left you that day?"

I chuckled lightly and replied, "A rotten fruit should just be thrown away. Why bother investigating why it rotted?"

After saying that, I boarded the bus while Serena Sawyer, amid a group of people, headed toward the now-stable earthquake zone.

...

On the way back, Victoria Monroe was still working on her laptop.

When she saw the latest trending topics, she complained, "Serena Sawyer just arrived at the disaster area, and the PR articles are already out. Now that the earthquake is over, she made a show of going there and earned a good reputation. Isn’t this profiting from national disaster, dammit?"

In the video, Serena Sawyer was amiably taking photos and signing autographs with volunteers, speaking kindly with injured people and children.

Those bodyguards and assistants who came with her weren’t in the shots at all.

Victoria Monroe sneered, "It’s great to be a celebrity, really knows how to stage a photo op!"

This time, Serena Sawyer’s appearance garnered her full admiration from the public:

"Wow, our Serena is truly beautiful and kind, personally contributing to the disaster area!"

"Yeah, before it must’ve been the rivals tarnishing her reputation so badly. Luckily, Serena is mentally strong and pulled through. With President Xavier’s protection, Serena will certainly do better and better!"

"This is the kind of celebrity that embodies positive energy, definitely needs more publicity!"

...

I leaned back in the chair, sighed, and said, "But the world has always been unfair."

Even if it was just a bit fairer?

I think my marriage wouldn’t have fallen into such a state.

The hand in my pocket repeatedly stroked the delicate handkerchief, as if it still retained warmth and a sense of security.

Victoria Monroe and I returned to the company to the applause and celebration of the entire office.

The editor-in-chief was especially enthusiastic, saying, "This weekend, let’s all go celebrate the achievements of our two heroes, my treat! Nobody is allowed to be absent!"

Victoria Monroe took the opportunity to say, "Editor-in-chief, don’t forget to submit the report for Zoe’s promotion!"

The editor-in-chief laughed and said, "Of course! I’ve already submitted Zoe Ellison’s promotion report, and I also submitted your recommendation letter to the higher-ups today."

"Me?"

Victoria Monroe asked incredulously, "My recommendation letter?"

The editor-in-chief smiled, sighed, and said, "My husband’s job was transferred to Port Matheson, and my son is going to college there. Over the years, I’ve put all my effort into work, contributing too little to the family. So I’ve submitted my resignation, but for the editor-in-chief position, you are the most suitable."

Victoria Monroe was stunned. As a strong woman, she certainly wanted the position but was still very surprised.

The editor-in-chief patted her on the shoulder and said, "During your time in the company, I’ve seen your business ability and drive. Keep it up, I believe in you!"

Victoria Monroe was overjoyed to tears.

I also returned to my desk and started editing and writing.

After the earthquake, a large volume of manuscripts and stories from the disaster area needed to be released.

Just then, a colleague suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Zoe, is this you?"

He handed his phone to me.

Silverstream’s official account had posted a documentary.

One segment showed me helping to transport and bandage the wounded with the medical staff.

I remember that at the time a fellow journalist interviewed me.

I didn’t expect that after the video was released, it would have such a big impact, with many people even clipping my part separately.

The comments section was growing:

"This young lady is really beautiful, her side profile looks like Isabella Lowell! She’s totally got what it takes to debut! So pretty and so capable."

"I know her, she was my high school classmate, Silverstream’s top arts student in the college entrance exam!"

"This is what a role model is! Staying in the disaster area despite the aftershocks, being both a journalist and a nurse. Unlike some celebrities, who only go over after it’s safe to take some photos and donate a bit of supplies."

"You mean Serena Sawyer, right? I saw her in The Azure Isles before! When the earthquake was at its worst, she was on vacation abroad! Only now it’s safer did she dare to return. I have photos as evidence!"

"..."

I never expected to become an internet sensation this way.

Moreover, I was trending, completely overshadowing Serena Sawyer.

Not only that, but because of the contrast with me, Serena Sawyer’s videos were widely criticized and reposted by many bloggers, nitpicking on how she staged her photos, how she profited from the disaster.

Some people even began calculating the value of the materials she donated versus the potential gains from her publicity.

Finally, the result calculated was that through these actions, Serena Sawyer not only promoted her new drama but also refreshed the reputation tarnished by previous media criticism, and the profits she could earn far exceeded those of the donated materials!

I guess Serena Sawyer never thought that rushing to the disaster area to leverage the traffic for a comeback would backfire, leaving her in a difficult position.

...

So far, the statistics of units and individuals donating to the disaster area have been compiled.

Initially, the Xavier Group ranked first with a donation of fifty million.

But now, leading the chart was The Sinclair Group, having donated a whopping hundred million, double that of the Xavier Group.

At this moment, a colleague reminded me my photos were on the Xavier Group’s website.

I quickly opened the link and saw two photos on the Xavier Group’s donation page, placed side by side.

One was of Serena Sawyer with the volunteers in the disaster area; the other was a shot of me carrying a camera.

With the caption: "Tribute to the most beautiful people."

Everyone was congratulating me, saying that being noticed by a big company like this, maybe I’d be invested in to become a social media influencer or receive a bonus.

But looking at my side-by-side photos with Serena Sawyer, I thought of Timothy Xavier’s growing skill in insults!

Without lifting a finger, he could insult someone beyond reproach!

To think he’d compare me to a woman like this!