Deceiving Her Ears: Ignoring Your Call-Chapter 96: Trending Topics

Tristan Jordan’s face was dark and frightening.

Vivienne Jordan was startled.

Panic and grievance filled her heart, "You, why are you so fierce..."

Tristan Jordan grabbed her shoulders, staring into her eyes, speaking slowly, "What you just saw, you must not leak a single word, do you understand?"

Vivienne Jordan pouted.

Tristan Jordan tightened his grip, his voice icy, "I’m asking you, do you understand?"

"It hurts!" Vivienne Jordan shouted, her eyes turning red, afraid not to answer, "Yes, I understand."

Only then did Tristan Jordan let go, tilting his head, "Leave."

Vivienne Jordan hurriedly ran out, slamming the door with a bang.

Tristan Jordan raised his hand to massage his forehead, feeling agitated.

——

The next day, Frederick Whitman came to the Beckett Group again.

In the reception room.

After waiting for three whole hours and having five cups of coffee, he finally heard the door open.

The smile on his face froze the moment he saw who entered.

"Tristan? Why is it you?"

Frederick Whitman looked behind him, "Just you? Where’s Miss Kendall?"

Tristan Jordan walked over and placed the proposal on the coffee table.

Frederick Whitman glanced down, frowning, "What does this mean?"

"This proposal is full of loopholes, Miss Kendall cannot sign it."

"Wha- What!" Frederick Whitman exclaimed, grabbing the proposal and flipping through it, "How could it be full of loopholes?"

He looked at Tristan Jordan, "Are you sure this is what Miss Kendall said?"

"Yes."

After speaking, Tristan Jordan turned to leave.

"Wait!"

Frederick Whitman stopped him, questioning, "So you didn’t speak up for me? Did you not say anything?"

Tristan Jordan remained silent and indifferent.

Frederick Whitman became angrier, "You! You really are something! Not even helping your own family!"

He gritted his teeth, speculating, "I led a team to do this proposal, there couldn’t possibly be any problems! Did you not only fail to support me, but also mess it up on purpose?"

"Tristan, even though you’re the baggage your mother brought along, I am still your uncle!"

Tristan Jordan couldn’t be bothered to respond and made his way out.

Frederick Whitman was relentless, pursuing him out of the reception room.

"Stand there! Are you ignoring me? What do you think you are?"

"You and your mother both rely on the Jordan family; your mother even changed your last name just to be part of the Jordan family, greedy for what they have. What do you have to be arrogant about?"

This was personal privacy.

Being exposed publicly by Frederick Whitman, Tristan Jordan’s face turned unsightly.

Many people glanced over, whispering among themselves.

"Assistant Jordan."

At this moment, a cold female voice rang out.

Tristan Jordan turned around sharply, seeing Natalie Kendall not far away.

"Miss Kendall!" Frederick Whitman was delighted to see her, pushing past Tristan Jordan to walk over quickly, "Miss Kendall, regarding this proposal, I wish to discuss..."

Natalie Kendall spoke coldly, "Haven’t we already concluded? Didn’t Assistant Jordan inform President Whitman?"

Frederick Whitman’s expression turned awkward, "He, he told me."

"Well, then there’s nothing more to discuss."

"Assistant Jordan, come here for a moment."

After speaking, Natalie Kendall turned and left, not caring about Frederick Whitman’s frustrated expression.

As Tristan Jordan brushed past Frederick Whitman, he seemed to want to say something but lost the nerve.

Just a momentary impulse.

He couldn’t bring himself to ask for Tristan Jordan’s help again.

*

Tristan Jordan personally went to make a cup of coffee, and when he returned, he found Natalie Kendall asleep on her desk.

She had been staying up late researching the materials, exhausted.

He tread softly as he approached, put down the coffee, intending to leave.

But a glance at her made it impossible for him to avert his eyes.

Her skin was glowing white, eyelashes distinct, her nose rounded and prominent, and below, her lips were a cherry pink.

His gaze lingered on her lips, his throat moving as he swallowed.

Realizing his thoughts, he quickly looked away, taking deep breaths.

"Assistant Jordan?"

Natalie Kendall had awakened.

Seeing him standing nearby, she called out to him in a slightly hoarse voice.

Tristan Jordan turned back to look at her, resuming his professional demeanor as an assistant, "Miss Kendall."

Natalie Kendall took a sip of the coffee and thanked him, then lowered her head to look at the materials.

Tristan Jordan pressed his lips together, hesitating to speak.

Natalie Kendall looked up at him, "Something on your mind?"

On impulse that day, he had revealed the matter of the documents to her.

But her reaction afterward was beyond his expectations.

He wasn’t sure if she had been to Mount Corvix to see the documents.

If she had, she wouldn’t have reacted like this.

"Miss Kendall, have you recalled anything recently?"

Natalie Kendall’s expression cooled, she retorted, "In what capacity are you asking me this? Assistant Jordan or Dr. Jordan?"

Tristan Jordan was taken aback.

"If it’s Assistant Jordan, you’re overstepping. If it’s Dr. Jordan, since I have no intention to see a doctor, I’m not your patient, so there’s no need for me to answer you."

"You don’t want to regain your memory?" Tristan Jordan sensed her thoughts and instinctively questioned further. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Natalie Kendall frowned, clearly displeased, but still said, "That’s my business, there’s no need to tell you."

"Assistant Jordan, you can leave now."

——

After work, as Natalie Kendall exited the Beckett Group, she was suddenly surrounded and stopped by a large group of journalists who seemed to appear out of nowhere.

"Miss Kendall! Do you have anything to say about the trending topic?"

"Miss Kendall! Will you choose to file a lawsuit?"

"Miss Kendall! Are you and Mr. Vaughn truly connected to Mr. Vaughn’s uncle’s car accident?"

Natalie Kendall’s mind buzzed!

"Miss Kendall, please give us a response!"

"Miss Kendall!"

Suddenly, a firm arm wrapped around Natalie Kendall.

She turned to see the person, getting led through the crowd of reporters and into a car.

As soon as she got in the car, her phone rang.

After taking the call, she told Tristan Jordan, "To the Beckett family."

Tristan Jordan looked at her through the rearview mirror, saying in a deep voice, "The trending topic exploded right as it went up, which means someone premeditated it. Those reporters must have snuck in to stake out before it went viral."

"I’ll have someone take down the trending topic first, and then prepare to press charges against Jason Grant."

"Wait a moment," Natalie Kendall said, "hold off on pressing charges for now."

Upon hearing this, Tristan Jordan gripped the steering wheel tightly.

It was because the other person was Isaac Vaughn’s uncle, so she wanted to wait.

——

At the Beckett family.

As soon as Natalie Kendall returned, she endured two hours of reproach from Matthew Beckett.

When she wearily returned to her room, she discovered that Isaac Vaughn had called her over a dozen times and sent many messages.

Before she could return his call, he called again.

"Hello."

"Little Ear!"

Isaac Vaughn’s voice was tense and low, the background noise suggesting he was at an airport.

"You’re back?"

"At the lounge."

"Hmm. I’ve moved out of the Beckett family, I’ll send you the address later."

"Alright." Isaac Vaughn held the phone tightly, saying after a long pause, "See you later."

——

Half-asleep, Natalie Kendall was embraced from behind.

The familiar scent lingered at the tip of her nose.

She turned over, her eyes closed, searching for his lips.

Their lips met gently.

He only savored lightly, not delving deeper.

Natalie Kendall opened her eyes to his deep, cold, and profound gaze.