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Chapter 136 Embracing the Grace of Saving Lives Joy's expression turned earnest as she remarked, "After he saved you, he didn't try to capitalise on your for accomplishments. He just left quietly, not asking for anything in return. Isn't that a sign of true allection? Milly, doesn't that touch you at all?" Milly looked at her steadily, a hint of amusement in her tone. “Your imagination is quite vivid. You should consider scriptwriting. It's a waste for you to just be an assistant.” Joy laughed and settled beside her, still convinced of her perspective. "Milly, I truly think Mr. Tate cares about you.

George cares about me? Milly had never really considered it, not seriously.

Her past experiences had taught her to be wary of men, their intentions often less than noble, and this included George.

If it had been Neal who had saved her, dealing with the obligation might have felt simpler. However, with George, matters are significantly complicated.

Milly was already tangled up with him due to a previous incident involving a bracelet, and now, this life-saving event further entwined their lives, igniting a mix of emotions.

As an assistant, Joy was adept at reading nuances in behaviour. Noticing Milly's furrowed brow and the irritation in her eyes, she sensed there was more to Milly's feelings.

With a gentle voice, Joy asked after pursing her lips, "Milly, does the thought of owing Mr. Tate bother you?" That question resonated deeply with Milly.

She nodded slowly, her voice low. "Yes, I don't like owing people favours." Milly's eyebrows furrowed, her voice carrying a note of frustration. 'Do you have any suggestions?" Joy had half a mind to suggest that there was no need to repay the favour at all, seeing as Mr. Tate seemed more than willing to help Milly without expecting anything in return.

However, understanding that Milly did not share this view, she opted for a more tactful approach.

"I think Mr. Tate, given his position, has seen all sorts of gifts, so traditional presents might not impress him much," Joy suggested thoughtfully.

"Perhaps you could call Mr. Tate to express your gratitude. I'm sure he would appreciate a personal thank you.

Milly looked sceptical. "Would that really be effective?" Joy nodded confidently. "Absolutely! Just think about it-aside from the life-saving incident, remember the twelve helicopters and the truckload of luxury goods Mr. Tate sent you? Clearly, material things aren't GM.

Chapter 136 Embracing the Grace of Saving Lives "Instead, a phone call to acknowledge his gift and express your genuine gratitude could mean a lot more. As for the debt of saving your life, you can look for ways to reciprocate over twhen the right moment comes." Milly considered this, finding logic in Joy's words. "I'll give it a try," she decided.

Joy's eyes lit up with encouragement. "Great." Privately. Joy had noticed during George's visits that he seemed to have a fondness for Milly, though Milly herself seemed unaware of it.

Joy believed that George and Milly would make a good match and hoped for their happiness together, but she was resolved never to push Milly towards something she did not feel.

She hoped this phone call might bring them closer, even if she felt a bit like a hapless matchmaker.

In the tense atmosphere of the conference hall, the normally unflappable department managers found themselves on edge, discreetly wiping away sweat from their brows.

This meeting was shaping up to be the most daunting they had ever experienced.

Despite their meticulous reports and polished presentations, every department had faced the CEO's stern rebuke.

Even Danny, the CEO's trusted assistant, had not escaped censure for something as minor as failing to close the door properly.

The room was filled with the rhythmic tapping of George's fingers against the solid wooden table, a sound that echoed ominously like a death knell in the otherwise silent space.

With a brief parting of his lips, he issued a curt command, "Next." At his word, a middle-aged man with a noticeable beer belly and receding hairline stood up hesitantly. Clutching his report, he walked toward the projection screen with trembling steps and began, "Hello, everyone, Mr. Tate. I am...

Before he could finish his introduction, George's expression darkened, a palpable chill emanating from him. Then, as expected, he interrupted sharply, "Which department are you from? If you can't speak clearly, why bother with the paperwork?" The pressure seemed to get to the balding man, who stuttered more intensely, struggling to find his words, “I-I am... Um..." His mind raced frantically-what was he supposed to say? At that moment, a sudden buzzing sound cut through the silence.

Immediately, this sound sent an instant wave of panic among the department managers. Faces drained of colour, they fumbled for their phones, each praying that the disruptive noise was not from their device.

Otherwise, they could just pack their bags and go home! Chapter 136 Embracing the Grace of Saving Lives

After sfrantic searching, they realised the ringing was not from their own phones. Relief swept through them, feeling like they had just dodged a bullet. Danny noticed the black phone vibrating on the desk and alerted, "Sir, your phone is ringing. Do you want to take the call?" George shot him a frosty look, his gaze icy and threatening, as if he could lash out at any moment.

Danny nervously gulped and quickly offered, "Sir, I'll turn it off for you right away!"

He grabbed the phone hastily, aware that any delay could cost him his job. However as he saw the non the display, he hesitated momentarily. Fortunately, Danny always checked the caller ID before answering. If he had disconnected this call, it would have been a grave mistake.

Noticing that the phone was still on, George's eyes narrowed. "What's wrong? Did you break your finger?"

Danny, his hand trembling, swallowed and shakily extended the phone towards him, saying, "Sir, maybe... I think you should take this call." George's patience was wearing thin.

Just then, as Danny handed over the phone, the n"Milly" appeared prominently on the screen.

Was it Milly on the line? At that moment, even the usually decisive Mr. Tate showed a hint of disbelief, and the chill in the room seemed to lessen slightly.

"Hello." X