Chapter 688

Natalie was taken aback. She recalled what Joyce mentioned this morning and blurted out, “Wait a
minute!”

“Oh? You don’t want me to hang up?” Sean flashed a devilish smile.

Natalie’s frown deepened as she felt a flicker of irritation.

He’s so flippant. There’s no way he saved me back there!

At that thought, Natalie stopped herself from asking questions and responded coolly, “It’s nothing. Bye!”

With that, she hung up promptly. Then, she sent Sean’s number to Shane.

Shortly after, Shane gave her a call. “Did Sean call you?”

“Mm,” Natalie responded.

Shane’s expression immediately clouded over. “Why did he call you?”

He still couldn’t find out where Sean was, but the latter showed up out of nowhere.



Natalie replied truthfully, “He asked if I had regained consciousness.”

“What? That’s it?” Shane scrunched up his brows.

Sean called her just to ask that question?

“Yeah!” Natalie affirmed.

Shane couldn’t figure out why Sean did so.



His disgust for Sean instantly intensified as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“Got it. You should rest. Don’t worry, I’ll find Sean.” Shane rubbed his temples.

Natalie responded with a smile. “Okay.”

After ending the call, Shane put down his phone and summoned Silas. “This is Sean’s number. Get
someone to find his location.”

He wrote the number on a piece of paper and handed it to Silas.

Silas took one look at the number and nodded. “Got it, Mr. Shane.”

“That’s it.” Shane gave a dismissive wave.

Silas turned and left the office.

Pinching his nose bridge, Shane took a file and threw himself into work.

Suddenly, a ruckus sounded outside his office.

Frowning, Shane demanded, “Who is it?”

“Mr. Shane, Mr. Sam wants to see you.” A secretary pushed the door open and poked her head in shyly.

“Sam Thompson?” Shane narrowed his gaze. “Let him in.”

“Yes,” replied the secretary before scurrying out to relay his orders.

Soon, the door was pushed open forcefully as a middle-aged man stormed in furiously.

He slammed his hands on the desk and demanded, “Shane, what is this?”



“What are you talking about, Uncle Thompson?” Shane shot him a cool glance.

Sam harrumphed angrily. “You wanting to capture Sean, of course. Why are you doing that? He’s your
cousin!”

“Didn’t you find out the reason before coming to me?” Shane’s gaze grew icy.

Sam pulled the chair out and plopped into the seat. “Why would I know the reason? No matter what, you
shouldn’t treat your cousin that way. Do you know the upper-class society is watching how we make a
fool of ourselves?”

“So what?” came Shane’s indifferent answer.

Sam felt his heart clenching up in agony. “So what? Don’t you know what they are thinking? They want
us to fight internally so they can take advantage of the situation!”

“Don’t worry, Uncle Thompson. They won’t get the chance to do so because it’s a personal feud between
Sean and me. It has nothing to do with the Thompson Group,” answered Shane.

Sam was at a loss for words. “But it isn’t a good idea! They are waiting for us to make a fool of ourselves!
What if they spread rumors about our family?”

“Never mind. After I find Sean, I’ll hold a press conference to dispel those rumors. Don’t you worry, Uncle
Thompson.” With that, Shane flipped open another file and ignored him.

Sam was so furious that words had failed him.

Still, he didn’t forget the reason he came here. After taking a deep breath, he plastered a smile on his
face.




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