Chapter 176
The statement released by the Guzman family was impeccable.
“Ms. Elise Sawyer has long been a valued friend of Frederick’s, and our family holds her character
in the highest regard. Should she be open to it, we would be honored to regard her as a
goddaughter in spirit.
“However, in a formal capacity, such a designation may not be appropriate. While we deeply
respect and admire her, it is most fitting for us to continue treating her as a cherished younger
member within our circle.”
It all sounded dignified and polite, but anyone in our circle could tell that the Guzmans simply didn’t want Frederick to be publicly associated with me.
I gave no heed to the rumors at all, and soon founded my own company.
Once the funding came through, I immediately picked an office space downtown. The building was a bit dated, and its antiquated decor made it worse–its location was still convenient and prime.
A real sense of belonging washed over me when I finally hung up the company’s sign.
For the past few months, I barely returned to the Ford residence, nor did I stay at Willowcreek.
Jonathan had tried to reach me several times, but I turned him down or avoided him altogether. Each time, I’d see a Koenigsegg parked downstairs. Its flashy appearance was impossible to miss.
Only after he left would I come down. And that was how we kept missing each other, month after
month.
But Alicia had sought me out several times. She’d block my way and ask, “Elise, how long are you
going to keep this up?”
I had no idea why she asked, but I noticed how much her tone resembled Jonathan’s. I merely glanced at her and said airily, “Whatever I do is none of your concern.”
That sent her over the edge. She wouldn’t budge in front of me, but she couldn’t come up with a
better excuse either.
“Y–You can’t leave!” she sputtered.
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