Web Fic
Chapter 379
Chapter 379
Chapter 379: Giving Up Everything
Ambrose was sitting in the studio looking at the plans.
Uriah gave him the plan.
It’s about setting up a subsidiary.
The computer tinks and an email comes in.
Ambrose looked up, saw the sender’s name, and clicked.
“Ambrose, do you have a moment now? I want to talk to you.”
Ambrose looked at the message and typed a few words on the keyboard, “You come here now, General room, when you
have time.”
“Good,” said Hermione.
Soon Alva came by.
She came to the door of the general office and knocked.
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Alva came in and looked at Ambrose.
Ambrose was sitting behind his desk, reading papers.
Alva walked over. “Ambrose.”
Ambrose said, “Wait a minute.”
I closed the file and looked at her. “What is it?”
It’s rare that she reached out to him.
Alva looked at Ambrose. He looked the same as usual, nothing changed.
Alva’s slightly clenched hand loosened.
“Ambrose, I’ve got all my work in order.”
Ambrose paused, his eyes puzzled.
What are you doing with your work?
What’s wrong with that?
“Is something wrong? Something went wrong.”
“Well, I don’t think I can work anymore.”
Ambrose tightened his brow. “What do you mean? Are you sick?”
I looked at her face, and I looked at her thin body.
Soon Ambrose came out.
“Is there something wrong with you?”
Seeing the worry on his face, Alva smiled and shook her head. “No, I don’t want to end up feeling bad.”
Now resign, may still be able to bear the pain, but when all the things. are designed well, and finally become someone else’s, it hurts.
She didn’t want to end up with heartache.
So talk ahead.
Ambrose listened to her but did not understand. “Alva wait. I do not
understand you?”
What do you mean it hurts at the end?
What does she mean?
He wanted her to be clear.
Alva curled her fingertips and said, “Uriah.”
“He wouldn’t let my design be mine.”
Ambrose’s eyes widened.
Uriah?
He looked at Alva and saw a lot of pictures in his head, and he understood.
“I see what you mean.”
Uriah’s presence galvanized her.
Just like when Frank brought her to AK and saw Uriah.
She left right away, too.
Ambrose smiled. “Alva, don’t think about it. Uriah’s visit to AK today had nothing to do with you.”
Alva looked into Ambrose’s eyes, eyes already indifferent, “Ambrose, you don’t understand, Uriah is more ruthless than anyone else, he came to warn me.”
Ambrose looked at the indifference in her eyes and the smile disappeared from her face.
His brow furrowed.
“Alva……”
“If you don’t even want your own flesh and blood, do you expect him to change sex?”
Ambrose’s hanging hand clenched in an instant.
Alva’s lips are bent and her eyes are thick with sarcasm.
“He won’t.”
“He will do anything for his own purposes, his own desires.”
This is Uriah.
The heartless Uriah.
Alva bowed her head and handed the papers to Ambrose, “Ambrose, I’m sorry, forgive me for not being able to have my
work taken away at the end, just like my own children were taken away.”
She can’t do it.
So, all her designs, that’s it.
Ambrose looked at the paper in her hand and tightened her brow. “Alva, do you believe me?”
Alva looked up at him with a thin smile. “Ambrose, no one can resist Uriah.”
So, it’s not a question of believing.
Alva put the papers on her desk and turned to leave.
Ambrose’s heart was pounding. He ran to her and took her hand. “Alva!”
He didn’t want her to go.
He is also a designer, and he knows exactly what a designer’s work means to a designer.
How uncomfortable was she to put her design in his hands so that he could give it to someone else?
Alva pulled on the door handle and, without turning around, turned her back to Ambrose and said, “Ambrose, thank you
for watching me these last few months.”
Pull your hand back, open the door and leave.
Ambrose, “Alva