Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 141

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Kendall answered the ringing phone for her father.

"Sir, President Mendelson is here." As soon as she heard that, she quickly handed over the phone to

Adam, who then asked her to excuse herself. "Kendall, you may leave first."

"Got it." She turned around and left instantly as she had no intention of meeting the incoming visitor at

all.

Now that Adam was alone in the office, he asked Jessie, "Where is he right now?"

"He's already in the elevator."

He acknowledged with a grunt and responded, "Got it."

Meanwhile, Kendall went to the elevator instead of Jessie's office as she wanted to see Kelly. No

matter how deep her resentment was, she still had to admit that she was a mere newcomer who had

much more to learn from Kelly, the superior.

Despite her desire for revenge, Kendall had accepted the reality that being reborn alone was not

enough to achieve her goals. Getting stronger was her utmost priority right now if she wanted to stomp

over her adversaries one by one. She could also have resorted to homicide by putting an end to

Jackson and Kelly's lives, but her future would then be jeopardized as that would be equivalent to

flushing her rebirth down the drain.

Unlike her, the female leads in s could always easily get back at their enemies after rebirth. She

was jealous of that ability, but she could only bide her time. She had a lifetime to wait for the day she

could trample both of them beneath her feet and deprive them of everything. By then, all they had

would be nothing but themselves; they would become the rats which everyone despised in the sewer.

Just as Kendall was about to step into the elevator as the door opened, Frank came out with a group of

bodyguards behind him. To her dismay, they met again. Instinctively, she took a few steps back before

smiling politely. "Greetings, President Mendelson."

While she was glancing at his foot, the sight of the bodyguard pushing out a wheelchair caused her lips

to twitch.

"Master." The bodyguard assisted Frank into the wheelchair from behind. Next, Frank lifted his injured

leg to remove the leather shoe. Though he was still wearing a sock, one could easily see the swollen

part of his foot.

"Is your foot still swollen?"

He hummed that he was fine in response. He could walk into Adam's office on his own if Kendall was

not here.

Finally, his actions successfully pricked her guilty conscience. "Did you apply some medicine?"

"I don't like the smell." In other words, he did not apply the medication, which resulted in the continuous

swelling.

Looking into his deep eyes, she realized that they were similar to Dylan's cold and aloof gaze. Both

men could easily conjure the fear in one, so it was unbearable to lock eyes with them for a long time.

"If you don't tend to it, it won't recover anytime soon, President Mendelson."

However, Frank did not utter a word as his eyes were focused upon her, as if it read, I'm the victim

here. You should tend to my injury as the assailant.

After taking a deep breath, Kendall decided to gloss it over by saying, "You must be here to see

President Parker. He is waiting for you in his office. I shall take my leave first so as to not waste your

precious time."

Then, she strode past Frank, who remained indifferent on the wheelchair. Still, he could not help the

urge to look at her entering the elevator until she disappeared behind the closed door. His fingers

tapped on the armrest for a while before he broke the silence. "Bring me to the office."

His 'mission' today was to listen to the excuse that Adam, the mercenary man, would give to decline

the proffered partnership.

On the other hand, Toddy entered the president's office in the Coleman Empire Holdings before Dylan

inquired, "How did it go?"

"Everyone's springing on their feet, as expected. As long as they have circuit boards that we need,

they're attempting to take the contract down by all means." Toddy poured himself a cup of warm water

to quench his thirst. After polishing it off, he filled the cup again, causing his superior to glance at him.

"Why? Can't I drink more?"

Dylan replied in a laid-back manner, "I'm fine even if you're going to finish everything. Just don't

jeopardize your work efficiency with a few extra trips to the washroom."

Toddy chuckled. "I thought you wouldn't like me drinking your water. My breakfast was kinda salty

today, that's why."

"You should pay attention to what you eat and work out even more. Don't be surprised if you stay a

single man forever with that physique of yours."

When Toddy heard that, he lowered his gaze to his stomach and pinched his bulging stomach. Feeling

helpless, he sighed. "Why did it grow back when I've only slacked off for a few days? President

Coleman, your appetite is bigger than mine and you eat more than I do, but you don't exercise as much

as I do either! Yet, why do you still look the same? You look as fit as always."

In addition to Dylan's surreal visual, Toddy assumed that God had only bestowed the best upon Dylan.

"I've been going to rehab recently." Dylan added, "The strenuous exercise is no joke."

Though he had good food to fill his large appetite, he was mindful of what he ate, which explained why

he was fit, not too wide yet not too slim. Kendall had once praised him for being able to pull off any

clothes thanks to his model-like physique. At the thought of the clothes and necktie worn given by her,

he brusquely loosened his tie a little.

Toddy smiled as the tie attracted his attention. "Did you buy a new necktie again? This suit seems to be

worth twenty thousand at most. I bet you pay much more for your custom-made suits."

With an indecipherable expression, Dylan recounted nonchalantly, "It's a present from my wife. The

necktie too."

Almost instantly, Toddy whistled. "No wonder you're in a good mood today. It's because you're wearing

the suit and necktie your wife had gifted to you."

So, loosening the necktie was to catch his attention and prod him into asking the question, leaving an

opening for Dylan to brag about his wife's presents.

In the meantime, Dylan took out the handmade Gemini toy and placed it next to its family member,

Taurus. As of today, Kendall had made him three signs of the horoscope. He would keep them at a safe

place like a treasure after completing the collection. Although it meant nothing much, they were

pleasing to the eyes, especially his.

She was exceptionally skillful with her hands as she could single-handedly make the toys. The

handmade decorations meant nothing to her, but it was definitely a prized gift for him.

"These are so pretty. Could you ask her whether she has extras? I wanna buy some since they're really

well-made."

Dylan stared at the three horoscope toys as he rejected downright. "She has enough on her plate right

now. The extras are all for me."