The Unveiled Rose
Chapter 196

Zane also understood what I was worried about.

He placed his hands on my shoulders, saying seriously, "You don't have to worry about it. Leave it to me, and I'll handle it." His eyes shone with a firm determination to succeed.

I, too, understood that everything he did was for Willow's sake.

"Alright," I said in agreement.

He let go of me and walked off to the side, making some calls to people in order to fish for information on the little girl.

It turned out that her name was Penelope Summers, and her parents operated a small company.

He obtained Penelope's father's phone number and proceeded to call him. When the other side picked up, he got straight to the point, explaining the purpose of his call.

Penelope's father, Liam Summers, didn't reply immediately.

Zane understood that as a parent, Liam was sure to be incredibly cautious in fear that his child may come to harm, so he explained that Penelope's family could record something for her from home instead, then hand it to her when it was time for school.

He could refrain from directly approaching Penelope, and in return, he also offered to collaborate with Liam.

Still, Liam didn't immediately provide him with an answer.

Zane was in no hurry either, so he offered to give Liam a few days to think it over.

Just as he was about to hang up, Liam responded, "Alright."

Zane was evidently really happy about successfully convincing Liam.

He walked over and picked me up, saying joyfully, "Anna, Willow is going to get better really soon."

I stared at him in shock, feet dangling in the air. Had he always been this strong? He could actually lift a grown person so casually?

It didn't take long for me to digest the fact. I knew he had forgotten the boundaries between us due to his happiness, but I didn't want to remind me and ruin his mood.

So instead, I simply replied, "That's right, and she'll only get better and better in the future."

Zane let go of me, the smile in his eyes deepening. "How wonderful!"

...

After returning to his bedroom, Zane lay down in his bed. He always used to have no problems sleeping, but he just couldn't seem to fall asleep this time. His mind was filled with thoughts of Annalise. In the end, he picked up his phone and sent her a message.

"Goodnight."

...

I looked at the single-word message on my phone screen, feeling inexplicably puzzled. Huh, even a big shot CEO like him had the time to send these pleasantries before bed?

In the end, I still replied with a message of my own, "Goodnight."

Having worked overtime to finish my lineart, I lay in bed, thinking seriously about work matters.

After the games department approved the poster I had drawn, the pay for the poster was immediately transferred to my bank account. The amount I received was over a hundred thousand dollars, similar to the previous time.

In my eyes, such figures were, without exaggeration, exorbitant. I had originally intended to return the money and tell Zane that it was enough to pay me the normal sum for my work. There was no need to give me so much more.

I lightly slapped myself on the forehead.

Unfortunately, I had forgotten to mention it when I was speaking to him just now.

My salary for taking care of Willow had also already been transferred to my account-the amount equally significant.

A whole 80,000 dollars.

He was giving me way too much for this job, too, so I'd best return it to him later as well.

As for my comics, the followers and views I was getting were both steadily increasing.

I stared up at the ceiling.

Even if I didn't turn on advertisements, every platform would give me a cut of the profits from views, but the good news was that even views were worth good money nowadays. Therefore, once I gained a substantial follower count, I might be able to get quite a lot of money.

Who would've thought?

In just a few months, I had already become a rich woman.

With that thought, I closed my eyes, still feeling happy.

Steven returned to the house that he and Annalise had lived in for six years, feeling a little dazed at all the familiar sights.

Didn't he not like her?