Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 163

When Geneva heard me speak like this, she immediately responded, "Hey, don't fret about the trouble.

Just tell me what you need! As long as it's within my power, consider it done!"

"Thank you! You're the only one who can handle this!"

"Then spill it!" Geneva's tone was decisive. "Your situation is so damn odd. I couldn't ignore it even if I Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

wanted to."

"We need to sweeten the deal for Jessica. She's greedy and always splitting hair. Give her..." I

whispered a few words softly.

Geneva immediately caught my drift. "I got it!"

"No one else can handle this, and I wouldn't trust anyone else to. Jessica may not be the sharpest tool

in the shed, but she’s way too suspicious. So, the person who can pull this off must be someone she

trusts. But Geneva, don't get involved in it directly. Just help me set the stage." I cautioned Geneva, "I'll

get someone to cover the rest of the job. I don't want you to get into unnecessary trouble."

"Alright! I'll handle it!" Geneva agreed readily, "Rest assured! She wouldn't suspect me in a million

years!"

"That's why I said you were the only one who could pull off this plan!" I saw Gemma carrying a basin

out, bending over to look at the orchids in the yard not far from me.

I immediately switched to a lighter tone. "Well, I won't keep you. I look forward to hearing good news. I'll

treat you to dinner later!"

Geneva instantly caught on to my discomfort and didn't press further. We exchanged a few polite words

before ending the call.

She then sent me the capital verification plan, which I read carefully, added a couple of points, and sent

it back to her.

I then pocketed my phone, glanced at Gemma, and casually walked over to her. "Gemma, does my

father also entrust you with these orchids?"

Gemma smiled warmly. "Yes, your father treasures these orchids! I water them every day."

"That isn't right. These flowers don't need watering every day. Didn't my dad tell you?" I looked at her

with a feigned surprise. I knew very well that she was eavesdropping. "Gemma, you don't have to work

so hard. Let my dad tend to these plants. He wouldn't want them to get hurt."

She gave an awkward laugh. "Yeah, I really am not too confident in handling these orchids. Your father

is very protective of them!"

"Where are you from, Gemma?" I asked her, making small talk.

"I come from a place that's a good ways off.!"

"So how did you end up in Silverdale City?" I asked in mock surprise, "How did you meet my

husband?" I was quite direct with my questions.

As expected, she was taken aback. "I... I'm alone. I don't have much family left, and I like the climate in

Silverdale City. An old friend from my hometown moved here, so I followed. I didn't know Mr. Dawson.

He found me on the job market. It's fate! It's a blessing to get to know your family. They are such good

people!"

I smiled and nodded in agreement. "Yes! My parents are gentle and kind. You're indeed lucky! Do you

have any children?"

She shook her head with sorrow filled her face. "I had a son once, but he died from leukemia."

"Do you have any other relatives? Like siblings, nephews, or nieces?" I continued my line of

questioning.

"No!" She replied definitively.

I raised an eyebrow, chuckling inwardly, thinking that she was trying too hard to appear innocent.

"It's tough, isn't it? Just do your best here! As long as you do a good job, we won't let you down!" I

reassured her gently before heading back inside.

After lunch, I leisurely strolled out of my yard, meandering down Oldtown Avenue. This place had not

changed much. It was old and historic but had its own charm. I must admire my father's foresight in

buying a large portion of Oldtown Avenue and submitting a development proposal to the city council.

He was a sly old fox.

If this place were to be developed, it would certainly be a sight to behold, rivaling any commercial

ancient town back home.

In a nearby alley, I could hear the cheerful laughter of children, but couldn't see anyone. I assumed

they were my children.

Just as I was about to go over to take a look, a familiar voice came from behind me. "Aaliyah!"