?<strong>Chapter 103:</strong>


    The phone call stretched on as Katherine unleashed her grievances, while Frankie’s assistant struggled to interject. Once Katherine’s anger had ebbed, the assistant ventured cautiously, “I apologize, but my boss is truly regretful that he couldn’t meet you. He’s eager to share contact details for potential future coborations.”


    Katherine scoffed, “Do you take me for a fool? You’re putting on airs, aren’t you? I won’t entertain this. If Frankie is sincere, he can extend his apologies in person. Until then, consider our business prospects null, and I’ll ensure the industry knows of his unreliability!”


    With a sharp click, she ended the call, the abruptness catching the nearby airport staff off guard. While she lingered in the VIP lounge, a tap on her shoulder caught her by surprise. “Miss Nash, is it really you?” It was Shawn’s assistant.


    “Why are you here?” Katherine inquired, her toneced with curiosity.


    “I’m apanying Mr. Watson on a business venture.” Peering around, Katherine asked, “And where might Shawn be?”


    “He’s in the restroom.”


    Katherine nodded, dismissing the thought. Shortly after, Shawn reappeared. His assistant quickly briefed him. “Sir, Ke Dixon was livid. She berated me for over twenty minutes.”


    Shawn exhaled wearily. “What can I do? A project crisis back home demanded my immediate return. Were you able to pass along my contact information to her?” The assistant hesitated before sharing Ke’s demands. Shawn’s brow furrowed. “She expects a personal apology from me?”


    With an ufortable smile, the assistant replied, “That’s the impression she gave, yes.”


    “Very well,” Shawn responded, quickly regaining his poise. “I ept responsibility. I’ll make sure to call her as soon as we return.”


    “Understood. By the way, I spotted Katherine Nash over there a little while ago.”


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    Katherine, immersed in her music through headphones, was oblivious until a tap on her shoulder prompted her to turn and find Shawn standing there. “Hey, Shawn!”


    Scanning the area, Shawn queried, “Did you travel here by yourself?”


    “Not by choice,” Katherine replied through clenched teeth. “I was supposed to havepany, but he bailed on me. And you?”


    Taking a seat beside her, Shawn sighed. “A work emergency. I need to head back immediately.” Katherine was aware of the challenges facing Watson Group. Though Shawn had Adrian’s backing, reliance on him was far from ideal. Beneath hisposed exterior, Shawn harbored deep ambitions, stymied only by his parents’ past troubles, which had derailed his career for three years.


    “Good luck, Shawn! And remember, if things don’t pan out, my door is always open for you.”


    Shawn let out a light chuckle. “I appreciate that. If I end up bankrupt, I’ll be knocking on your door.”


    “You’ll always be wee.”


    After disembarking from the ne, Shawn immediately made a call to Ke, using another number. Katherine nced at her phone, noticing an unfamiliar number. She hesitated, then spoke. “Shawn, I need to handle some things. I’ll be heading out first.”


    Shawn, absorbed in his call, nodded and gestured a farewell.


    Once settled in her car, Katherine answered the iing call. “Might this be Frankie Calloway?” Frankie, on the other end, was cordial, expressing regret for the prior misunderstandings. However, Katherine was not so easily mollified. “Apologies won’t cut it. If you’re truly remorseful, let’s arrange to meet in person soon.”


    Meanwhile, Shawn, sitting in his vehicle, reviewed his hectic schedule for theing month. Regretting the circumstances, he apologized once more. Katherine smirked slightly. “Do you know what I’m…”


    Confused, Shawn replied, “No. What?”


    “Flipping you off. Go to hell, Frankie!”


    With that, Katherine ended the call and blocked the number.


    Shawn was taken aback by Katherine’s audacity, given Frankie’s renowned status internationally. Failing to connect with Ke via her work number, Shawn opted to try WhatsApp, sending a friend request with a casual note. “Hi, I’m Frankie Calloway. Maybe we could be friends?”


    Katherine, still seething yet strategic, noticed the friend request on her work profile. Despite her anger, she recognized Frankie’s potential to elevate her business globally. She epted the request but remained silent, waiting. No furthermunication ensued from either side. After ten minutes of contemtion, Katherine began to question the authenticity of the ount.


    “Why would Frankie even have a WhatsApp ount?” she mused, suspecting that perhaps Frankie was closer than expected.


    Her driver caught her contemtive expression in the rearview mirror. “Ms. Nash, where to next?”


    Katherine instructed, “Take me to Joelle’s ce. And let my family know I’ll be staying there for a while.”


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