Chapter 583

Roxanne, still recovering from her injury, had been resting at home since returning from the hotel. She mostly communicated with Colby about the research institute by phone. This morning, however, Jack called.

Roxanne's eyes lit up at the caller ID; she suspected the reason for his call. Their conversations since her medical consultation had been limited to the research institute. Before that, their partnership, still in the planning stages with the Damaris family, had officially begun. This call, she assumed, concerned the partnership's specifics.

The thought spurred her to ignore her foot wound and rush to her study.

“I hope I’m not bothering you, Ms. Jarvis,” Jack’s voice, tinged with happiness, greeted her.

Roxanne smiled. “Of course not. Given the early hour, is there something important you wish to discuss, Mr. Damaris?”

“What do you think, Ms. Jarvis?” Jack teased, prolonging the suspense.

“Is there progress on the partnership?” Roxanne asked directly.

“Maybe I just wanted to chat, Ms. Jarvis,” Jack joked.

Roxanne laughed. “Then let’s do just that.”

Their previous meetings had been brief and strictly professional. Roxanne didn’t consider herself charming, and she knew Jack was teasing.

He chuckled, then turned serious. “You’re right, Ms. Jarvis. The research institute’s planning phase is complete. We’re ready to begin research and development preparations.”

Roxanne’s eyes gleamed with anticipation. “Does that mean we can start working together soon?”

“Yes,” Jack confirmed. “But first, we need to discuss details. When are you available for a meeting, Ms. Jarvis?”

Roxanne prioritized the institute. “I’m free anytime. It’s up to you, Mr. Damaris,” she replied, adding, “The sooner the better, if possible.”

Jack chuckled. “That’s precisely what I was thinking. Let’s meet this afternoon. I’ll send you the location shortly.”

Roxanne readily agreed. They continued discussing the partnership until nearly noon.

As Roxanne left the study, she bumped into Lysa, who had been searching for her.

“Ms. Jarvis, you’re still injured! How did you get here alone? Why didn’t you call me?” Lysa scolded gently, guiding Roxanne to a chair.

Roxanne, treating Lysa like an elder, smiled. “My wound’s much better now. Don’t worry. And I have an afternoon appointment.”

A touch of guilt colored her tone.

Lysa looked concerned. “What appointment? You haven’t told them about your injury? Why can’t you do it at home?”

Roxanne reassured her. “It’s crucial business. I have to attend. Don’t worry; I’ll be careful.”

Lysa remained worried. “I’ll come with you.”

Roxanne readily agreed.