Chapter 133: The Missing Ring

Jackson straightened his slightly disheveled shirt after his rush, then asked, “Has the cleaning department gotten back to us?”

The subordinate responsible for liaising with the cleaning department shook his head. “Not yet.”

Jackson frowned in dissatisfaction. “Then what are you waiting for? Get on it!”

Easton wasn’t blowing up now, but that could change any minute, and if trouble came, whoever caused it would be in for it. He certainly wasn’t about to lose his job over this.

“Yes,” the subordinate said, hurriedly making the call.

Soon after, the phone call ended, and the subordinate reported, “The cleaning department said yesterday’s trash has already been sent to the incinerator by the government. They’re on their way there now.”

“Don’t just sit in your office making calls; get yourself over to the incineration plant and keep me updated!” Jackson said, pausing to consider whether he should also head to the incineration plant to figure out what exactly his boss had lost.

Clutched by his loss, the subordinate scrambled to get moving. Honestly, Easton didn’t seem to care whether it was found or not, but Jackson was frightening!

Glancing in the direction his subordinate had left, Jackson tapped on his desk, reminding the remaining staff, “Mr. Hudson’s been in a bad mood these days. I need you all more alert than usual. Don’t mess up and pack your bags.”

After giving his instructions, Jackson returned to his office to work while keeping an ear out for updates from his subordinates.

Around noon, an urgent document requiring Easton’s signature came up, and Jackson had to find Easton, which made him somewhat nervous. He approached Easton, who looked at him with a detached gaze and asked immediately, “Did they find the trash?”

Easton hadn’t personally directed him to coordinate with the cleaning department, but since the executive office handled it, it was as if he was involved.

Nervously sweating, Jackson replied, “We’ve intercepted it at the incineration plant and are preparing to bring it back.”

“No need to bring it back; if it’s lost, then…”

Forget it. Easton strangely couldn’t finish his sentence. He mused, like jewelry, when worn on the body for a long time, it becomes part of you. Having lost the wedding ring he had worn for over three years just yesterday, he was struggling to adapt to the absence on his right ring finger, feeling like something was missing, which kept him tossing and turning last night.

Three days of insomnia weren’t the limit of his endurance, but his irritation hadn’t subsided, and now the discomfort of his right ring finger added to it. He couldn’t help thinking about Ellis’s wedding ring, which he hadn’t found at home last night despite searching.

She was in the hospital, and during his visits, all she talked about was divorce, which annoyed him to the point of uncontrollably removing the ring that marked her as his wife and casually placing it at home. Now his ring was missing, and her ring couldn’t be found either. Could it be a message from fate that the day their rings vanished was the same day their marriage was…

Easton hesitated to complete his thought, leaving Jackson wary of making any assumptions.

Eventually, Easton skipped over the topic, leaving Jackson a bit confused.

Holding the document Easton had signed, Jackson returned to his office, somewhat dazed. After considering all aspects, he decided to personally visit the incineration plant.

When he arrived, his colleagues were wide-eyed, digging through the trash.

Not knowing what exactly Easton had lost, they sifted through the garbage, assessing its importance and discussing whether…

“Jackson, did Mr. Hudson tell you what it was?” his colleagues asked as they continued their search, thinking it impractical to haul all the trash back for Easton to sort through.

“Mr. Hudson didn’t specify; just search more thoroughly!” Jackson warned, sweeping his gaze over the inquirer. No one should ask about things Easton hadn’t disclosed.

Just then, a colleague across from him exclaimed, “Ah! What’s this?”

Everyone’s attention shifted to the shining object the colleague had found—a gleaming ring!

“Could this be what Mr. Hudson lost?”

They said you got what you paid for, and this ring was proof of that. From its intricate design to the sharp brilliance of the diamond, everything about it screamed wealth. This wasn’t something just anyone could have owned.

Jackson quickly took a photo and sent it to his boss before respectfully calling. “Mr. Hudson, we’ve found a ring. Could it be yours?”

After enlarging the photo, Easton recognized it as the wedding ring he’d thrown in the trash the day before. Suddenly, he felt a sense of completeness on his right ring finger and instructed, “Clean it, disinfect it, and bring it back.”