Chapter 91: Her Childhood Friend
Chase postponed his return home, waiting until he was tired before heading back, showering, and going straight to bed. He was worried about Wendy's situation. There had been no media reports about her and Henry, meaning Henry probably hadn't had a chance to be alone with her yet. From the looks of it, Wendy seemed safe. Sammy truly was an exceptional personal assistant.
“I’m about to have dinner with Caesar from Typhoon Corp,” Wendy said. “He’s my childhood friend—I’ve known him since we were six or seven. He even came to our wedding. Not sure if you remember him.”
Chase searched his memory but couldn't recall anything about Caesar. “I don’t remember,” he said. “There were so many friends and relatives at the wedding. Mandy only introduced me to a few close ones. You didn’t bring me to meet the others, so of course I wouldn’t know him.”
Typhoon Corp’s headquarters was in their area, and Jashonton was there on a business trip, so this worked out well. “I’ll introduce you when we get back,” Wendy said. “Caesar has a great personality.”
Wendy had already arrived. She said a few more words to Chase before hanging up. Caesar had been back in the country less than ten days and was already in Jashonton on business. His appointment hadn’t gone smoothly; there was much trouble behind the scenes. Meeting Wendy in Jashonton was also his way of showing thanks.
“Wendy,” Caesar said with a smile, waiting at the entrance and watching her get out of the car. He opened his arms, and Wendy stepped into his embrace. “It’s been a while.”
“It really has,” Caesar said. “Everything wrapped up a while ago, but I still haven’t had time to come back. The main office won’t fully relocate until next year. I still need a bit more time.”
They were seated in a quiet, private room. The dishes had all been pre-ordered by Sammy, based on their preferences.
“No one from the Meyer family dares say anything anymore, right?” Wendy asked, raising her champagne glass.
Caesar’s eyes smiled as he looked at her, with more admiration than usual. “Anyone who had something to say is dead. They can talk all they want underground.”
The Meyer family situation was messy. Caesar had grown up with Wendy, but his parents had died young, and the company had ended up in the hands of distant uncles and aunts. He was sent abroad and essentially kicked out. The company had always been his, but even after graduating, he’d been blocked from returning. Without Wendy’s help, Caesar probably wouldn’t have gotten Typhoon Corp back.
“My mom always said your aunts and uncles were no good,” Wendy said. “I was still a kid when your parents passed, couldn’t see what was really happening, and couldn’t do anything to help you. So being able to help now, within my means, I’m honestly glad.”
“Either way, I’m back now,” Caesar replied. “I don’t care about the rest of the Meyer family. There’s just one thing—my little sister.”
Wendy nodded. “Charlotte Meyer. I’ve been looking into her whereabouts for you. I also asked Mr. Fred to help. We should have news soon.”
“Mr. Fred? Waylon from the Fred family?” Caesar looked surprised. “You know him? Isn’t he the one with the weird temper who never goes to parties and shows no respect to anyone? He doesn’t even touch business matters.”
“It’s a coincidence,” Wendy explained. “He’s my husband’s neighbor. We’re both looking into the same thing lately, so I guess you could say we have a common goal.”
“Your husband—oh, right, I almost forgot you got married,” Caesar said with a chuckle. “I even came back for the wedding. But you had such a gloomy face the whole time and didn’t say a word.” He hadn’t expected Wendy to be doing this well, better than he had imagined.
“There were a few ups and downs,” Wendy admitted. “Do you remember Henry?”
“That brat from the Harrison family? When I was overseas, we stayed in touch,” Caesar recalled. “When you were dating Henry, I had a bad feeling. What happened? Wasn’t he married abroad?”
“He’s divorced and came back with a daughter,” Wendy said. “It’s complicated. We’ll talk more when you’re back for good.”
“Alright. But let’s talk business,” Caesar stated. “I came back this time to work with you.”
Wendy flew back on the same flight as Henry. Chase couldn’t pick her up—Henry might see him—so he waited at the Quinn Group instead. Maggie brought him coffee while he sat in his office reading. Lately, he’d been working overtime at the hospital, watching surveillance footage instead of doing surgeries. It made him realize being a security guy was exhausting too. Staring at barely moving screens all day was hard on the eyes. After reading for a bit, he started to feel sleepy, so he closed his book and leaned back on the sofa.
“You guys go first,” Zynn announced, rushing in. “No meeting today. Everyone who worked overtime gets off early. Tomorrow, bring the PR team—we’re having a meeting with Typhoon Corp.”
“Typhoon Corp?” Zynn asked, confused. “What do we even have to work on with Typhoon Corp?”
Sammy, her arms full, handed things to her assistant. “As long as it’s against the Harrison family, we’ll work with them. The Harrison family doesn’t just run entertainment—they’ve got a cultural company too, focused on adapting web novels into films and shows. It’s all integrated. They buy the rights, cast their own actors, and save money doing it.”