Chapter 322
Natalie hadn’t hired every single person in the company herself, but more than eighty percent of the staff had gone through her hands first. She liked to think she had a good eye for people. She didn’t want to believe that someone she’d picked could mess things up like this.
“It’s always something,” she muttered, rubbing her forehead. “Just when I thought the last crisis was behind us, here comes another one p>
Anne’s words from earlier suddenly floated back to her. It all started to make sense. The item in question-the one causing all this trouble-had come from their last live-stream auction. That auction had been a disaster, with problem after problem, and every single one seemed to have something to do with The Ramirez Group.
Unrepentant. Alexander’s voice echoed in her ears, reminding her of what he’d said at the hospital.
Could it really be him?
She snatched up her phone, ready to call Alexander and demand answers. Her thumb hovered over the call button, but she hesitated. She had no proof, just a gut feeling. Even if she confronted him, would it change anything? Would he actually stop?
Natalie let out a shaky breath and set her phone back down, a small, bitter smile tugging at her lips.
Meanwhile, on the top floor of The Ramirez Group, Alexander finished reading the latest news. The story had jumped from number ten to number three on the trending charts. He set his tablet on the desk.
“This morning, Billy Firth’s story was barely in the top ten. Now it’s shot up to number three,” Aaron Lee reported, standing across from him. “Ms. Watson’s own profile is getting a lot more attention, too p>
Alexander leaned back in his chair, his eyes half-closed, completely unreadable. He didn’t say anything for a while. Finally, he spoke, his voice calm. “Keep watching it.” “Yes, Mr. Ramirez p>
Just then, the secretary opened the door. “Mr. Ramirez, Ms. White is here p>
Camila White stepped in, smiling as she walked straight up to the desk. “Alex p>
She set down the insulated food carrier she’d brought. “I figured you’d be working late, so I made you something to eat. Hope you like it p>
She opened the carrier and carefully laid out several beautiful dishes in front of him. The smell was mouthwatering.
Alexander smiled, a softness in his eyes. “I love it. Thank you, Camila. You went out of your way p>
Camila blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re my fiancé. Of course I want to cook for you. It’s not trouble at all p>
Alexander squeezed her hand and picked up his fork, ready to dig in.
“Wait, Mr. Ramirez, you can’t eat just yet. The doctor said you need to take your medicine before meals,” Aaron interrupted.
He went to a cabinet, grabbed a bottle of pills, and set it on the table next to Alexander, then handed over a glass of warm water.
“Medicine?” Camila’s eyes widened. “Alex, what’s going on? Are you sick? Why didn’t you tell me p>
Alexander’s expression darkened as he shot Aaron a look. “Missing one pill isn’t going to kill me. You have no filter, do you p>
Aaron looked a bit hurt. “Mr. Ramirez, the doctor was very clear. He was worried you’d skip your medicine p>
“Just go,” Alexander said, his voice cold.
Aaron gave a small bow and quickly left the office.
Camila turned to Alexander, worry
written all over her face. “Alex,
what’s really going on? Why won’t you let Aaron tell me? I’m your fiancee. Please don’t keep things from me p>
Her eyes shimmered with tears.
Alexander immediately reached for a tissue and gently wiped her eyes. “Don’t get upset it’s nothing serious, Aaron just likes to make a big deal out of what the doctor says p>
Camila wasn’t convinced. “Then what’s the medicine for?” she pressed, her voice trembling.
Alexander hesitated, then finally
answered. “I went for a check-up et
today. They found some early signs of a heart and said
my blood ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ.net
pressure is a bit high p>