Chapter 759 Can We Really Count On Him?
Leanna said, "Zoe..."
Zoe understood what Leanna wanted to say, so she playfully interjected. "Worry not. I've thought it through. Being
in a relationship is not a binding commitment like marriage. If it doesn't feel right at any moment, we can simply
part ways without hindering my search for the next one."
Upon hearing this, Leanna also chuckled. "Indeed. There are countless men outside, and if one fails to measure up,
we can swiftly find a replacement."
"Exactly! Who knows, Brandon and I might ignite a spark and even hold our wedding before you do. Speaking of
this…" Zoe continued, "Oh, I almost forgot. When are you planning your own wedding? I remember seeing details
about your chosen gown."
Leanna strolled ahead leisurely and replied, "I'm uncertain at the moment. There's quite a lot happening lately, so
we'll discuss it later."
"Well, you should schedule it. After all, you plan on having another child, right? It wouldn't be convenient if you were
heavily pregnant during the wedding; it could exhaust you."
Leanna acknowledged the validity of her words, yet she had just embarked on a medication regimen to regulate
her body, making it uncertain when conception would occur.
Aidan, on the other hand, appeared to grow increasingly occupied as well; whether it was the wedding or
pregnancy, it would likely demand ample time.
Leanna nodded. "I understand. I'll give it careful consideration."
As they conversed, they reached the studio. Leanna informed Zoe, "I'll go in and start sketching. Let me know if you
need anything."
"Go ahead; I'll be out here."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEntering her office, Leanna settled at her desk and opened her sketchbook before powering up her computer and
drawing tablet. Then, she transcribed the sketches, one by one, making meticulous adjustments to the finer details.
During lunchtime, Zoe informed Leanna that Daphne had phoned her in the morning, informing her that she had
already made contact with someone—and that person would arrive in the afternoon to discuss the specifics of
endorsements and promotional endeavors, as well as their implementation.
In order to ease Leanna's concerns and ensure a well-designed outcome, Zoe took on the entire task herself.
However, endorsement deals were significant undertakings, and Daphne's celebrity status and popularity were at
stake. Zoe felt out of her depth in many aspects of endorsement work, and handling it alone proved challenging.
That was when Leanna thought of someone.
In the afternoon, Freddie arrived at the studio. He warily surveyed the two figures before him, shielding himself with
interlocked arms. "What do you want? I maintain a lawful profession. I am not the kind of person who goes along
with anything. If my dashing countenance tempts you and you harbor ulterior motives, we can still negotiate..."
Leanna and Zoe went speechless.
Zoe cast a glance at Leanna and whispered, "Can we really count on him?"
Leanna's mouth twitched. "He should be okay. It's better than nothing."
Upon hearing them, Freddie asserted, "Which aspect of my abilities do you question? I'll be clear here. If you wound
my dignity, I shall take offense!"
Leanna took a deep breath and gazed at him once more. "I'd like to ask for your help in drafting a contract and
agreement."
She then provided a concise account of Daphne's investment in their studio and the matter of endorsements.
Having listened attentively, he exhaled a sigh of relief and adjusted his posture. "You should have told me this
earlier. I thought it was a weighty affair. I was on the verge of plunging into a river to prove my innocence. Matters
that can be resolved through a call shouldn't require my presence. Dinner is on you."
"Of course, it's not just about this."
Hearing that, Freddie grew wary once again. "What else?"
Leanna smiled gently, conveying goodwill. "I remember when you worked at the Crossley Group, Aidan paid you,
right? However, you didn't stay there for long, so—"
"I've already used up the money. There's no way to return it!" Freddie immediately responded.
"I'm not asking for a return. It's just that recently, our studio has been quite busy, dealing with various contracts
and such. I wanted to ask for your help."
Freddie's intuition alerted him to impending unfavorable news. So, he gradually sought refuge in an excuse,
expressing remorse. "You know, our line of work is quite busy. We always have cases on hand, and we need to
collect evidence and gather information. I truly desire to lend a hand, but I'm afraid I'm not capable enough..."
Leanna swiftly cut him off. "I consulted with Jonathan. You've just wrapped up a significant case and are currently
on rest."
Reluctantly, Freddie uttered, "You and Aidan are the exact same type of people. It's such bad luck having
encountered you both."
Aware that he had reluctantly agreed, Leanna merely smiled. "So, it's settled. I'll treat you to dinner tonight. What
delight do you desire?"
Freddie mentioned the name of the most expensive restaurant in Highside.
However, Leanna politely replied, "I apologize, but the budget falls short. If you don't mind, I can prepare a meal for
you."
Once again, Freddie went speechless. "You're so stingy." After a brief pause, he begrudgingly succumbed to the
merciless trials of destiny. "In that case, I shall place an order."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLeanna chuckled. "Certainly, choose whatever you desire."
With Freddie's presence, one person could rival ten. The workforce was now sufficient.
The matter of Daphne's endorsement had also made its way onto the agenda. However, Freddie's abilities
extended beyond handling mundane contracts. He efficiently managed all the tasks related to endorsements with
precision and efficiency.
Gradually, he assumed authority over all affairs. Indeed, he was not meant to be a lawyer. As a wealthy scion
destined to eventually inherit the family empire, his abilities radiated.
In the days that followed, the phrase Freddie most frequently uttered to Leanna was: "Why am I still alive?"
With Freddie's assistance, Zoe made remarkable progress. They scouted several suitable locations, examining each
one before finally settling on an indoor and an outdoor venue. Subsequently, they initiated discussions with the
crew regarding set design and shooting schedules.
Meanwhile, in Aidan's absence, Leanna surreptitiously attended to her medication and injections. If she couldn't
manage it in the morning, she would bring the medicine to the studio and warm it up before administering it.
After a week, Waylen would send her fresh supplies. Regardless of whether these medications would ultimately aid
in her conception, Leanna's mental state had noticeably improved. She couldn't ascertain if it was due to the
medication's effect or simply a result of getting sufficient rest.
It was just that every time she concluded an injection, she would endure a few minutes of discomfort. That frigid
pain silently infiltrated her bloodstream, encasing every cell, making her both chilling and numbing until it became
an accustomed sensation.
As she unveiled the package containing the medicinal herbs and syringe sent by Waylen, she suddenly felt a wave
of nausea. It was then that Aidan entered the room and observed her unusual complexion. Approaching her, he
inquired, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Leanna hastily closed the lid and replied, "It's nothing. I believe I've been working too long today and feeling a bit
lightheaded."
However, Aidan ignored her as he glanced at the foam box before her and asked, "What's inside?"