Reclaiming Her Heart
Chapter 185 He Will Never Touch That Woman

Selena stood up instantly and heard footsteps coming from the stairs as she opened the door.

It wasn't the sound of one person's footsteps.

Then she heard a man's voice.

"Someone here owns a dog?"

It was Raymond's voice.

Selena quickly stepped back into the room and closed the door.

Fiona was about to deny it, but she also heard the barking. What was going on?

Raymond's face turned dark. "Get rid of it."

Fiona didn't dare to argue and waited until he entered the room before rushing downstairs.

At this moment, Selena came out and stopped her.

"Fiona, didn't you lock Max up?"

Fiona rubbed her head and looked apologetic.

"I must have forgotten to lock the door. Max is very clever now. As long as it's not locked, she can open the door himself."

Fiona hurriedly went downstairs. "Miss Fair, please don't worry. I'll go lock him up immediately."

Selena's heart was pounding, and she glanced at the closed door in the corridor, urging, "Hurry, don't let Mr. Montague replace out about him."

Fiona nodded and immediately went to the garden.

Max had been staying at Selena's newly bought house for the past few days. Although the house was not small, it didn't have a garden as spacious as this one. So as soon as she came back, she opened the door by herself and happily dug in the garden.

Fiona was worried that he would be discovered, so she didn't scold him and instead walked quickly to his side, leading him away.

At this moment, Raymond was standing by the French windows. Although he didn't see the dog, he did hear a few barks, probably from the servants who kept them here.

He didn't pay attention and turned around, continuing the meeting in front of him.

Just as he turned around, Max was being led past the French windows.

"Mr. Montague, the planning proposal for Ridgefield has been finalized. The previous leaders have also added some new benefits. Originally, we planned to develop it into a tourist attraction, but the planning department has made some additions to the original project. I have sent the details to your email."

Raymond opened the email and looked at the added points.

Ridgefield had beautiful scenery and had not been tainted by commercial factors. There was a great potential for development, and the local government provided strong support. When he visited last time, the feedback he received was very satisfactory.

Now the planning department had added a policy to support agriculture, which meant they could develop orchards in the area.

Ridgefield was too far from the city, and while there were a few fruit farmers in the area, transportation costs were always a major issue.

In the email Raymond received, there were also sincere suggestions from the leaders he had dinner with last time, hoping that he would visit again.

If he were to go again this time, all the development plans for Ridgefield would be finalized.

Those leaders were all people who accomplished great things. Raymond had never had any doubts in front of these people who genuinely cared for the public.

The planning department's ideas are very good, but we need to consider the local production volume for specifics. If the volume is large, we can directly establish a production line. If the volume is small, we can attract tourists by developing the tourism industry and allowing them to experience the orchard, which is also a way to attract tourists. So, Ridgefield is a must-go this time.

Raymond called John and asked him to add this itinerary to the schedule, and the meeting was over. It was already ten o'clock in the evening. Raymond rubbed his temples and unbuttoned his shirt, then went to the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out, he casually picked up the documents next to him, intending to continue reading before bedtime. But his eyes caught something on the bedside table. His expression turned cold, and he brought the bottle over. When he saw the words on it, he sneered.

Indian God Oil.

Did Grandfather ask someone to put it here?

It's a shame we didn't use it when we were with Selena. A trace of resistance crossed his eyebrows, and he threw the item into the trash can, even more convinced that he would never touch that woman during the period of contract performance.