After Dirvorce I become a SheEO
Chapter 532

Chapter 532

Chapter 532 A Plan Arose

Lincoln didn’t deny it but just looked at Robert and didn’t give him any chance to make fun of him. Hecountered and said, “Uncle should be the one who makes people envious. You have such a radiantface without your love.” Robert was rendered speechless. He should forget it and just go to bed.

Without a sweetheart, He was too old to keep up with these young people, even if he was still radiant.Afterward, Robert muttered, “I won’t talk to you anymore! Go to bed early!” “Let me tell you. Don’t keeptossing around while you’re young, or you’ll Have to pay it back when you’re old.”

“When you reach my age, maybe you won’t be as radiant as I am!” Lincoln said with a faint smile,“Uncle, don’t worry, as I have a girlfriend.”

“Not for anything else, but just for her. I have to rest well.” Robert was getting old, and for the first time,he wanted to slap himself… What else could he say? He couldn’t argue with that!

Alright, he should just go to bed and replace his Twilight lover in his dreams! Robert snorted and turned towalk towards the direction of the rest building.

This was Robert’s training base at the foot of the snow mountain, where Lincoln’s helicopter landedtoday. He didn’t rush back to rest, but instead walked to the window and gazed at the signal that couldcome and go at any time, then made a phone call… His sweetheart, who stayed in the Snow Manor fora day, and in his eyes, she had already suffered a great injustice! The Powell family must be punished.The sooner, the better!

After hanging up the phone, Lincoln planned to go back upstairs to rest. However, his phone suddenlyrang. The incoming call was from Harper. He had seen this string of numbers before. It was Stephen’scall.

He answered the phone and whispered, “What’s up?” Stephen used to work for Brendis, and Brendishad close ties with the Powell family. Naturally, Lincoln did not trust Stephen.

Therefore, since Stephen returned to Harper, Lincoln had been sending people to watch him. But apartfrom going back and forth between Bridgeland Villa and the Vargas Group every day, he also went tothe Russo Group, which merged with Twilight Studio. Otherwise, he would go to the Harper Chamberof Commerce to help Zayla deal with affairs.

The relationship between him and Zayla was still unknown in Harper, and everyone thought thatStephen and Zayla had some kind of unspeakable intimate relationship. Stephen became the actingpresident to handle affairs, and no one dared to stop him.

Not only because of the notice sent in advance by Zayla but also because Stephen had the backing ofthe Vargas family! If Stephen didn’t take any action, that would be the best.

But if he did anything to harm the Vargas family, he would have been halfway to the grave by now andwould not have been able to make this call. Stephen, on the other end of the phone, was silent for along time.

“I know you don’t trust me. I used to work for Brendis and seek benefits for him through the VargasGroup.” “But I have always been sincere to Zayla.”

These two sentences were difficult to say, but there was no hint of guilt of Stephen. When Lincolnheard this, he let out a light sneer.

“For a person who had done something bad before, he is not qualified to talk about his sincerity.”

What Brendis wanted was not only to seek benefits for him through the Vargas Group. His ultimate goalwas the entire Vargas Group! Whether it was due to lack of time or sudden conscience, it didn’t matter.

Even if the Vargas Group didn’t fall into others’ hands, it couldn’t change the fact that Stephen hadonce risked his life for Brendis.

About the Powell family, I can give you some useful information. “I think you have already guessed thatBrendis is a tool of the Powell family. “And I am aware that Zayla would be willing to take risks, allbecause of you.

“Lincoln, my sister was hurt before. I think you know something about how Simon treated her in thepast. “Once bitten, twice shy. I don’t know what you used to get into her heart.”

“But I know that I will never hurt her. I just hope that she is safe, happy, and well.” Stephen’s wordswere sincere, and if one were emotional, one would have believed him long ago. But Lincoln’wasrational, even overly rational. Stephen also understood this and immediately told Lincoln all theinformation he thought would be useful.

Lincoln responded to all the previous information very calmly. Until this last one… He clenched his fistsand tried to restrain himself, but his veins bulged, showing his anger! The next day, the puppy timerrang again.

After Zayla woke up, she washed and brushed in a daze but unexpectedly found a hickey on her neckAt this moment, she instantly woke up. Zayla looked at the floor lamp that hadn’t been raised yet andthought of the kiss Lincoln suddenly landed on her neck last night on the sofa… Zayla quickly put onthe turtleneck and wrapped herself up. The topography of the entire Snow Manor was imprinted in hermind, making it easy for her to check in this time. Her swollen calves did not hurt as much as she hadexpected the next day. Thanks to the gigolo. After breakfast, Zayla started today’s class again.

Fortunately, there was no dance class today, and the marks on her neck would not be exposed.Today’s arranged course was weaving, and she should use the most primitive weaving machine.

The reason is simple, to understand the traditional culture of the Brevan Empire, one must know thatthe founding empress was a skilled weaver. In Brevan, cloth art culture was also one of the veryimportant histories!

Today’s weaving teacher was more normal than Grace. He didn’t deliberately trouble Zayla, but hedidn’t teach her everything.

Zayla knew that Snow Manor was all people from the Powell family, so if they could avoid teaching her,they would. This would make her less competitive and greatly reduce the pressure on Jasmine.

The craft of hand weaving was almost lost, and weaving shuttles were rarely seen. Such old objectsmade Zayla very interested Zayla didn’t know what was wrong with herself…

Even though the weaving teacher didn’t teach her carefully, as soon as she sat down at the old-styleloom and got hold of the shuttle, she felt confident. She also felt a little strange. Where did she get thecourage to try on the loom like this?

The weaving teacher next to her was completely dumbfounded watching her super-skilled movements.“Wow, how did you learn that?” She clearly didn’t teach Zayla seriously!

And hand weaving was not easy-in ambiguous situations. How could she just go ahead and operatethe machine? Her movements were so smooth that she looked like a pro. You teach well.’

These words left the weaving teacher speechless, and if she continued to ask, she would beshameless, as everyone knew she hadn’t taught properly. After the class, she gave Zayla homework.

“I see that you are so skilled in your movements, so a woolen blanket with a length and width of twelveinches should be no problem. You have one day to complete it!” In one day, a blanket with a length andwidth of twelve inches could definitely be completed.

But the premise was that there was nothing else to do on this day. But for her, it was obviouslyimpossible! But it was an assignment, and as a teacher, it was her duty to assign homework. Zaylasmiled, thinking of a plan.