Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 212 - - task

After hesitating for a long time, she finally picked up her phone and dialed that person's number. Jim answered the call. She introduced herself in a businesslike manner, stating her name and position.

"Hello, I am Cynthia, the producer from the news department at LTC TV."

There was a sound of water splashing on the other end of the line.

"Ha! Cynthia, no need to be so formal!" Jim chuckled, then realized his mistake and quickly corrected himself.

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"Uh, sorry, Lancaster, please excuse me. What can I do for you?"

Cynthia stood by the large floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the bustling traffic outside. She rubbed her forehead, feeling a slight headache, and spoke with a hint of laziness.

"Is Mr. Wilson available?"

She knew full well that he was difficult to deal with, and she also knew that he harbored ulterior motives toward her. Wasn't this just walking right into the lion's den? But at this point, there was no turning back. She could only grit her teeth and go for it, praying that he wouldn't ask for anything too outrageous.

Jim, upon hearing that she was reaching out to Albert, immediately perked up.

"Boss is in a meeting right now. He'll have a thirty-minute break at noon. I'll make sure he calls you then."

"Okay..." Cynthia hung up the phone and slumped weakly in her chair. Her face, which had seemed calm and composed in front of others, now wrinkled with frustration.

After coming out of the meeting room, Bonnie had just returned to her office when the internal phone rang. She didn't need to think twice to know who was calling. She had been seething with anger after that exchange with Anna, and now she had no outlet for her frustration. She grabbed the phone and shouted impatiently.

"Hello!"

If it hadn't been for that damn man torturing her last night, she would have woken up to the sound of the alarm clock this morning! So what if she woke up late? But no, he calmly insisted that she eat breakfast. Thinking about it now made her want to kill him!

"What's with the anger?"

On the other end of the line, a low, amused laugh echoed. His tone was full of mischievous delight, which only fueled her frustration further.

"Boston's channel director, may I ask what brings you here?" she snapped.

He calmly continued, unfazed.

"Actually, it's nothing much. I just wanted to have a chat with our new and beautiful producer, Lancaster. Do you want to come supervise?"

"Boston's channel director, if you want to date the beautiful women here, just go ahead and do it. No need to report to me. Also, since you're so fond of the ladies at the station, how about letting go and giving me some peace and freedom?" Bonnie said, her voice shaking with emotion.

Suddenly, she choked up, not even knowing why she had lost control like that, especially after hearing Anna's snide remark about how many women at the station had close ties with him.

The line fell silent on the other end. Without thinking, Bonnie hung up the phone, then shook her head to shake off the moment and threw herself back into her work.

In Cynthia's office, she was focused on her work when the internal phone rang. A clear male voice came through.

"Producer Lancaster, the channel director would like you to come to his office."

"Okay."

She closed her computer and left the office.

What she didn't expect was that her visit took much longer than anticipated. By the time she finally left the channel director's office around noon, it had already sparked a wave of gossip throughout the entire television station.

Hearing the rumors around her, Cynthia could only shake her head helplessly. In reality, James had simply called her up to chat — about work, life, and of course, about Bonnie.

She was typically a person who didn't speak much, but for some reason, in front of James, she found herself talking nonstop, something she had never done before.

Although James was indeed an attractive and accomplished man, she didn't feel the typical reactions of blushing or fluttering hearts when facing him. Instead, she felt an odd sense of wanting to rely on him, an urge to confide in him about something.

He simply sat there, quietly listening to her, always with a gentle smile on his face. Of course, when they came across a topic they both shared an interest in, he would engage in enthusiastic discussion, especially about news-related insights. She was surprised to find that many of his ideas were strikingly similar to hers.

When their conversation finally ended, James jokingly but also half-seriously smiled and said,

"Miss Lancaster's views on news are absolutely in line with the Boston family's theory. I'm starting to suspect you might be from the Boston family!"

His words made Cynthia pause for a moment. Suddenly, she thought of her mother's last words, urging her to find her biological father with the diamond bracelet. But that bracelet had been left behind four years ago in the hotel where she was framed with Vincent. It must have been picked up by someone long ago.

Now, how could she ever find her father again? She couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy, offering a faint smile to James.

"Boston sure know how to joke!" she said.

After she left, James stared thoughtfully at her slender figure. After a moment's hesitation, he picked up the phone and dialed.

"Susanna, send someone to get me a detailed report on the new producer."

Although there was no solid evidence, through their interactions and conversations, as well as the striking resemblance Cynthia had to the woman in the photograph with his father, he was now almost certain that this woman was the one his father had been searching for. She was his half-sister.

However, since he had never seen her wearing the diamond bracelet, he decided to play it safe and have someone investigate her background.

At noon, Cynthia invited Bonnie to lunch. Instead of eating at the company's cafeteria, they chose a small restaurant near the office. Bonnie's eyes were red, looking as though she had been crying.

Before Cynthia could ask Bonnie what had happened, her phone rang. She glanced at the number, a look of hesitation crossing her face before she finally answered.

"I heard you were looking for me?"

His low voice came through, sounding a bit tired. She had heard that high-level meetings like the one he was attending were extremely tedious and exhausting.

"Mm..."

She responded faintly but wasn't sure how to start the conversation. She just held the phone in one hand while absentmindedly fiddling with the delicate spoon in front of her.

There seemed to be some noise on his end. She heard a string of words she couldn't understand. It took her a moment, but she eventually realized that he was in Thailand and that he was likely having lunch. The words she had overheard were him instructing the waiter. Once he finished, he asked her again,

"What's the matter?"

On his side, Albert was sitting in a high-end restaurant in a conference center, about to have lunch. He had chosen a seat by the window, lazily leaning back while talking to her on the phone. The bright midday sunlight poured through the large glass windows, casting delicate beams of light on his handsome face, making him appear unexpectedly gentle and harmless at that moment.

The few people around him were engaged in a heated discussion about the content of the morning meeting. Her voice, which was already small and awkward, was further drowned out by their noise, making it impossible for him to hear her on the other end.

A cold, displeased expression instantly formed on his face. He called the waiter and, in fluent Thai, gave a few instructions. The waiter respectfully retreated and soon ushered the group of people out. At first, they hadn't wanted to leave and were about to argue with him. But upon seeing who it was, they immediately switched to other seats in a more respectful manner.

Earlier in the morning, he had angrily chastised those representatives from developed countries in the meeting, passionately accusing them of oppressing the developing nations in international economic trade. He had stood up for the developing nations, and as a result, he became a key figure in the meeting. His reputation in the economic world was already significant, and now everyone held him in even higher regard.

Once the others left, the surroundings finally quieted down, and then her soft, hesitant voice came through the phone.

"Well, actually, it's nothing..."

He pulled at the tie around his neck, took out a cigarette, and lit it. As the smoke swirled around him, he chuckled lowly, teasing her.

"Nothing? Could it be that you miss me?"

He couldn't help but feel that, while talking to her like this in a calm and peaceful manner, his heart was almost melting. Just listening to her voice was enough to make him feel content. He had told himself that he was here attending a meeting, but in truth, except for the time when he needed to prepare his speech, most of his thoughts had been with her.

He thought about her clear eyes, her bright face, her enchanting smile, the way she looked so cute when she was angry with a cold expression, and even the harsh words she had said to him when they parted. He thought about all of it, wishing he could fly back to see her immediately.

Just as he had finished the morning meeting and was walking out, Jim approached him seriously, holding his phone and reporting.

"Boss, Cynthia Lancaster, the producer from LTC's News Department, called and asked for you!"