No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 201

The Wagner Enterprises and Lord...

I recognized both the name of the company and its legal representative's signature, which had a bit of a tough-guy vibe to it.

After all, this conglomerate was Wagner Enterprises' largest partner, and the bond between Herschel and Mr. Lord was notably solid.

But why on earth did my dad have a contract with them from ten years ago?

As far as I knew, my dad wasn't an employee of Wagner Enterprises back then. What was he doing with that contract?

I glanced over the contract again. It was about a partnership in developing new energy sources, a project that now belonged to Wagner Enterprises, turning out to be highly profitable.

Strictly speaking, this contract should be considered Wagner Enterprises' property. However, what puzzled me was the absence of Herschel's signature.

Setting the contract aside, I opened my father's notebook.

It was filled with work schedules and some chemical symbols I couldn't decipher. Flipping towards the end, I stumbled upon a note: "Hoping for a successful signing."

Nothing followed after that.

My dad had the car accident shortly after.

I remembered what he told me the night before the accident. He said, "Licia, after tomorrow, I will be able to build you a theme park."

I was too excited to ask why at the time.

Now, it made sense. If he had signed the contract with the conglomerate back then, the project could've grown as big as Wagner Enterprises is today.

Not just a theme park, but a whole commercial empire could've been mine.

So, I began researching all the medical facilities in Seabreeze City that offered both treatment and convalescence, quickly narrowing it down to the top three. Which one Lord was in, however, remained unknown.

Therefore, the driver's assistance was still necessary, but not necessarily in the form of him speaking out.

After some thought, I figured out a plan.

That was to borrow the driver's car and then check the vehicle's travel history, knowing Herschel visited Lord monthly.

But borrowing the car wasn't straightforward. Given that I had my own vehicle, Herschel would likely offer to buy me a new one instead, so I couldn't use that as a pretext.

In the Wagner family, the only plausible borrower was Dustin Wagner, recently returned home and without a vehicle of his own. Though he had access to any family car, he could easily request the driver under the guise of unfamiliarity with the local roads, then find a way to dismiss him.

The solution seemed to be Dustin, but I hesitated. I was well aware of his feelings for me, knowing he'd agree to help if I asked. Yet, it felt like exploiting his affections once more.