Hope It's Not Too Late to Love novel Chapter 88

Melanie almost cried tears of joy upon receiving Mr. Wright’s answer. If she could get her hands on any useful information, winning the audition would be a no-brainer.

She expressed her gratitude at once. ‘Thank you, Sir! Thank you so much!’

She thought she could get some tips immediately, but there was no reply from the other end. Another hour of waiting had passed, yet there was still no response, and it caused her to become distressed. Why isn’t he replying after agreeing with it?

She didn’t have the guts to rush him, so all she could do was to wait patiently. Since he had given his word to help her, he wouldn’t go back on his promise. He must be preoccupied at the moment. Melanie could only convince herself with that.

However, doubts emerged in her as the clock ticked.

Perchance, is it the same as Master Mia’s incident? Did Vania fool us again?

Even so, such fleeting thoughts were dismissed by her within seconds, for Vania was oblivious to Melanie’s actions this time.

In addition to that, Mr. Wright was from the advertising industry, an industry that didn’t have much relation to designing and the field that Vania was working in. Thus, there would be no reason for them to be associated with each other.

Most importantly, it was Melanie’s subordinate who acquired his contact number. So, there shouldn’t be any problem.

Still, she texted the subordinate nonetheless. ‘Is the information reliable?’

The person from the other end soon replied, ‘Yes.’

The distraught in her dispelled as soon as she saw the message. Thus, she continued to wait patiently.

Looking at the extra 10 million in their account, the brothers were giddy with jubilation.

Melanie, that silly woman, must be out of her mind for attempting to hurt Mommy.

As expected from the woman he liked—she was exceptional.

With eyes focused upon her, he gave her an approving nod. “We’ll go with your idea.”

On the other hand, Melanie waited another day, but in vain. She became jittery as she received no reply again. Thinking she might bother Mr. Wright, she never texted him again after last night.

However, with only one day remaining, she couldn’t help the anxiety. Frowning, she decided to bite the bullet. ‘Sir, are you busy?’

Jack, who was skimming through an astronomical article, replied to her perfunctorily, ‘Oh.’

That one simple word raised myriads of questions in Melanie’s head. What does he mean by that? Didn’t we get along well yesterday? Why is he suddenly indifferent?