Go Back and I Rule There novel Chapter 165

After replying, Teresa opened a private chat. “Harlan, if I may ask, is this for you, or for Mr. Turner?”

“It’s for me. Why?” Harlan replied. As an executive assistant, his boss' interests were his top priority. That was the mark of a true professional.

Teresa: “Oh, okay, it’s nothing. It’s just that Mr. Turner suddenly used an internal account to gift a female streamer the other day, and I thought… Never mind, never mind! Harlan, I was just rambling! Don’t worry, only the three of us in upper management know about Mr. Turner’s account!”

A female streamer? Female? Harlan took a deep breath. “Mrs. Bailey, could you please share a link to that streamer’s channel with me as well.”

Teresa did so immediately, without a hint of hesitation.

After she was done, a smile spread across her face. Mr. Turner was planning to heavily invest in their division! This streamer was a great signing! She would have to give that channel moderator a bonus!

Harlan, having stepped out of the conference room, quickly skimmed the channel named Veritas Medical.

His heart settled a little. So, it was a medical channel. The boss was probably doing this for work.

Inside the conference room, Warner waited for about three minutes.

A reply finally came.

Veritas Medical: Mr. Turner seems to be very interested in me, keeping a close eye on my activities.

As Rosalind typed that line, a faint chill was in her eyes.

She stood before her medicine cabinet, her legs long and straight, a pair of protective glasses perched on her face. She bit off the glove on her other hand with her pearly teeth, a movement that made her striking face look all the more dashingly beautiful.

Warner could tell from the reply alone that these were not the words of someone in a good mood.

His long, slender fingers paused.

The SanctusmvpTurner: I apologize for all the past impertinence from the Turner family.

This…

“What about it?” Warner’s hand, which was signing a document with a pen, paused.

Rosalind’s tone was light. “Nothing.”

It was probably just a resemblance. Her handsome patient was not like this man who needed to navigate complex social situations.

“I was just wondering if Mr. Turner and I have met before.”

Rosalind closed the door of her apothecary, trying to hear the voice more clearly.

Warner’s half-lidded eyes lifted slightly. “Why do you ask?”

“The titan of Prax is paying an inordinate amount of attention to a nobody like me. First, a lavish spending spree, then an offer of resources. It’s enough to make me ask.” Rosalind was direct and open, a shrewd light in her beautiful eyes. “There’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world.”

At first, it sounded similar. But on closer listen, this Mr. Turner’s voice was colder than her patient’s, as if laced with ice, and carried a much stronger sense of pressure…