Meanwhile, Frieda felt that she had been wronged. It was one thing for Alfred to berate her, but the elderly man even took back her power in Queen Group.
Even though Frieda had complained to Aubree about it, the more Frieda ruminated about the matter, the angrier she became. In the end, she barely slept that night.
The next morning after breakfast, Frieda rushed to Queen Group.
She dared not voice her protests to Alfred, but she certainly dared to convince her brother otherwise.
Just as Jonathan ended Roxanne’s call, he heard a commotion outside.
“Ms. Queen, Mr. Queen is currently working. If you don’t have an appointment—”
“Let go of me! What’s wrong with me looking for my brother?”
It was Frieda’s voice.
What is she doing here?
Jonathan rose to his feet as his head ached. Opening the office door, he said to his assistant, “You can leave first.”
Then, he frowned at his sister before turning to walk back into his office in silence.
Frieda hurried after him. Upon entering his office, she sat down on the couch and began scanning the area.
Even though Jonathan had chided her the day before, he still doted on his sister. Despite the solemn look on his face, he poured a cup of coffee for her and sat down opposite her. In a patient voice, he asked, “So why are you here so early in the morning?”
Smiling, Frieda took the cup of coffee from him before huffing. “Why can’t I come without any reason? I’m part of the Queen family too!”
Jonathan replied in exasperation, “You were never this early even when you were working back then.”
At those words, Frieda fell awkwardly silent for a while. She then sipped on her coffee with faked nonchalance to hide her guilty feelings.
Jonathan could read what was on her mind, but he said nothing out loud. Instead, he stood up and grabbed some documents before reading them in the armchair beside her while he waited for her to confess her reason for coming to his office.
A beat later, Frieda squeezed out, “Jonathan, can you talk to Grandpa on my behalf and ask him to let me stay in Queen Group?”
Just as she said that, Jonathan paused in his reading and grimaced. “Give me a reason to do that.”
A surge of upset rose in Frieda when she saw the grimness of her brother’s expression.
I’ve already humbled myself, but he’s still acting like this. It’s as if I’ve done something terrible!
“Do you still think you’ve done nothing wrong?”
Jonathan could figure out what she was thinking with just one glance. With a cold look, he put down the documents in his hands and gravely looked at the young woman in front of him.
Frieda frowned. “I didn’t do anything wrong. The one targeting Roxanne was Mrs. Farwell, not me. I was just working on her instructions.”
“Mrs. Farwell told you herself not to supply any herbs to Dr. Jarvis’ research institute?” Jonathan sternly questioned, causing Frieda to jump in fright.
She tensed for a second, but she was quick to relax again. Then, she steeled herself and replied, “Even if Mrs. Farwell didn’t tell me that, I know what she wants. Furthermore, we’re in a good relationship with Farwell Group. Shouldn’t we help Mrs. Farwell?”
Before Jonathan could speak, Frieda continued, “Jonathan, remember that Roxanne left without a word; she only left behind divorce papers. Mrs. Farwell hasn’t settled the score with her yet. Aren’t we, the people who know what happened, stand on the same side as the Farwells? You should be avenging Lucian with how close you are to him!”
Jonathan returned the question to her in a cold tone. “Did Lucian tell you this? Does Lucian need either you or me to avenge him?”
As far as Jonathan knew, not only did Lucian not need them to avenge him, but he was even defending Roxanne even more than others. Therefore, how could Lucian possibly let them target Roxanne?
With that in mind, Jonathan began thinking about how Lucian might not know that Sonya was targeting Roxanne. Otherwise, there was no way Lucian would not do anything until now.
Meanwhile, Frieda was still going on with her excuses. “Regardless of everything, what Roxanne did back then was a fact. Mrs. Farwell would never forgive her, and Aubree—”
“Stop!” Jonathan sternly interrupted her upon returning to his senses. “You know well whether you’re doing this for Mrs. Farwell or for yourself! Frieda Queen, ask yourself this—what has Dr. Jarvis done wrong to our family? If not for her, Grandpa wouldn’t even have recovered so well. She’s the Queen family’s savior! It’s one thing for you to target her verbally, but you still refuse to admit that you’ve done wrong even after doing something ludicrous like this!”
It was the first time Frieda had seen her brother so livid, and for a while, she was frightened into silence.
Jonathan then knitted his brows. “I don’t know where your prejudice against Dr. Jarvis came from, but from now on, I don’t want to hear you doing foolish things like these anymore, let alone hear you using Farwell Group as your excuse!”
It was then Frieda recollected herself and parted her lips to defend herself.
However, before she could say anything, the man in front of her stood up and returned to his seat behind his desk.
“You can go back if you have nothing else to say. I have work to do. Also, it’s best that you stay home for the time being. I’m afraid you don’t have enough self-discipline.” Jonathan knew that he would not be able to convince her to change her mind, so he did not want to waste his breath anymore.
With that said, he threw himself into his work and did not spare another glance at Frieda anymore.
Even so, Frieda was reluctant to give in. When she saw that he was no longer looking at her, she kept trying to make noises to attract her brother’s attention.
Yet, he did not raise his head to look at her even after a while.
Scoffing in annoyance, Frieda grabbed her bag and rose to her feet. She then stormed out of the office, her heels clacking. Still irked, Frieda slammed the door behind her when she went out.
Jonathan only briefly furrowed his brows at the loud noise before continuing with his work.
The speculation Jonathan made in the morning plagued his mind for the entire day.
When he went off work at night, he called Lucian.
The man on the other end of the line was swift to answer the call. “Is something the matter, Jonathan?”
Jonathan briefly chuckled. “It‘s been a while since we met. Are you free tonight for a drink?”
Lucian creased his forehead when he heard that–he knew Jonathan had something to say to him, so he lowered his voice and agreed to it.
After ending the call, Lucian instructed Cayden to pick Estella up from the kindergarten before he drove to a private club he frequented.
Just as he entered the establishment, the server came over. “Mr. Farwell, Mr. Queen has been waiting for you.”
Lucian nodded slightly and followed the server upstairs into a private room.
Even though Jonathan had invited Lucian out for a drink, there was only a bottle of beer on the table. The rest that was on the table were plates of delectable dishes.
Jonathan was lost in his thoughts on the couch. When he saw Lucian entering the room, he slowly straightened up and smiled. “I wanted to buy you a drink, but today‘s a busy day, and I haven‘t gotten to eat yet, so it‘s mealtime instead.”
Nodding, Lucian asked the server to leave.
In seconds, only the two of them were left in the room.
Taking a seat beside Jonathan, Lucian asked, “Did something happen? Speak your mind.”
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