Chapter 55

Listening to William's sarcastic tone, Christina felt very uncomfortable.

But her lifelong reputation couldn't possibly be ruined by these few male escorts, right? She waved her hand dismissively, "I didn't call you. Go wherever you want. Ask whoever called you for the money."

Then, she closed the door.

"Hey, we've already been paid. Don't you want our services? We even have performances."

The four male escorts were anxious.

William sneered, "You're feeling guilty because you've been exposed."

The four male escorts couldn't get the door open, so they had to leave.

The night passed uneventfully. The next day, Christina had planned to go for a marine survey early in the morning. Unexpectedly, she ran into William downstairs.

William called out to her directly.

"I'm going to the beach too. Let's go together."

"Uncle, there's no need." Christina politely declined.

Unexpectedly, William calmly wiped his mouth, "There are no other cars available for you."

Christina remembered that he had also appeared at the site of the transoceanic bridge yesterday. He might be part of the project, and if he said there were no other cars, there probably weren't. She had no choice but to compromise.

They drove to the beach, and the engineering team immediately came up to them, "Mr. Cavendish, you're here! Please, come inside."

"Who is this?" Someone noticed the new face beside William.

"Oh, I'm..." Christina was about to introduce herself.

But before she could finish, the person had a look of sudden realization, "You must be Mr. Cavendish's secretary, following him around. I didn't expect someone so young to be so accomplished. Please, come up."

"No, I'm..." Christina hadn't finished explaining.

William, with a look of indifference, said, "Everyone's here, let's set sail."

Damn it, he did it on purpose.

Christina couldn't find the right moment to speak.

No wonder they needed a transoceanic bridge; even taking a boat wasn't very efficient. The boat was swaying, and the engineering team briefly introduced the surveying situation.

"The deepest part of the sea is over a hundred feet, making construction very difficult."

Everyone nodded in understanding, listening intently. Christina, needing to do the design, took out her notebook and meticulously recorded all the data.

They boarded the boat in the morning, had lunch on the boat, and by the time they returned to shore, it was already evening.

The head of the engineering team suggested, "It's so late, why don't we go straight to the beach for a party? It'll be fun and lively."

William naturally had no objections.

Christina wasn't interested in these things, and she wanted to go back early to work on the bridge simulation based on the data.

As soon as she spoke, William immediately vetoed, "Everyone's going, you can't be antisocial."

"I'm a designer, not a business negotiator," Christina frowned.

William raised an eyebrow, his cold eyes narrowing.

"Are you in such a hurry to go back? Do you want to spend a wonderful night with those four male escorts from yesterday?"

"Uncle, what nonsense are you talking about?" Christina was shocked.

William stared into her eyes, "You can play however you want, but don't disgrace the Cavendish family. You must attend the party tonight."

Christina hesitated.

Forget it, arguing with someone like William was pointless.

Fine, I'll go!

The party at the beach villa was like a large-scale revelry.

Various bosses gathered, drinking and flirting with the young waitresses.

Christina stayed far away, sitting by the window, looking at the distant sea. The sky darkened, and the moon rose from the sea, dreamy and surreal.

Suddenly, a boss staggered over with a glass of wine.

"You're really beautiful. Want to have a drink? It's boring to sit here alone."

"No, I don't drink," Christina waved her hand to refuse.

"Business is about having fun," the boss directly brought the glass to her lips, almost forcing her.

"Drink up."

Christina tried to break free, but the other party was very strong.

At that moment, William suddenly appeared, grabbing the man's wrist, his eyes filled with coldness.

"You dare touch my person?"

The boss was really drunk, "Who are you?"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the glass shattered against the window, the broken glass cutting Christina's arm.

Christina stepped back in pain.

The people around reacted, immediately pulling the man away, "You're drunk, daring to offend Mr. Cavendish."

The boss sobered up a bit.

"Ah, I..."

"Sorry, Mr. Cavendish, we'll take him away to sober up."

Everyone was startled, quickly dragging the troublemaker away.

William frowned, "Is there a first aid kit?"

"Yes, yes," a waiter brought it over, intending to bandage Christina.

Unexpectedly, William blocked him.

"I'll do it myself!"

He skillfully took out the supplies from the first aid kit, disinfected with iodine, applied hemostatic powder, and bandaged her arm.

He was silent, his actions gentle, and his expression very serious.

In the slowly flowing time, Christina felt everything around her slow down, her heart sinking slightly.

She had never seen William so gentle. In her past life, he was always cold to her, like an enemy. When had he ever shown such an expression?

Complex emotions surged in her heart. She knew there was an unresolved grudge between them.

After a moment of confusion, she remembered the events of her past life. Her tragic death and her daughter's tragic death were all caused by William. How could this moment of gentleness make up for the loss of two lives?

Thinking of this, hatred filled her eyes.

Christina's gaze turned cold, and she forcefully pulled her arm away, but the wound was already bandaged.

William was surprised to see the coldness in her eyes, and he coldly accused, "How can you be so ungrateful?"

Christina took a deep breath, "I didn't ask for your help."

Christina's words made William pause for a moment, a complex look flashing in his deep eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"And I didn't want to come here. You insisted on bringing me," Christina said coldly, not wanting to develop any other possibilities in their interaction.

After saying that, she turned and left.

William watched her back, his eyes exceptionally cold.

"Where are you going?"

"Don't worry, I won't call for male escorts. I'm too tired tonight. I want to go back to the hotel to rest. Besides, I'm a designer, there's no need for me to attend such social events."

Leaving those words, Christina walked straight out.

The cool sea breeze outside brought a bit of clarity to her face.

Looking at his gentle eyes just now, she almost thought the William in front of her wasn't the cold person from her past life.

Fortunately, she was still clear-headed.

A person's nature is hard to change. William is heartless.