THE BILLIONAIRE IS INFATUATED WITH HIS EX-LOVER
Chapter 3: Sara began to fulfill her promise

9 am ...

"Who's that? Why knock at this hour? So noisy!" Mrs. Laly, the housekeeper, was knocking on the door, waking Sara, who over lazily, her voice still heavy with sleep. Sara had never been one to rise early, constantly waking when the sun was already high in the sky. The lives of those who need not worry about money were enviable.

"The sun is already high, Ms. Sara, the master, left for work early today. Before leaving, he instructed you to come to the company today, too; he has matters to instruct you on." Mrs. Laly reminded Sara, not wanting another dispute between father and daughter.

"Tell him I'll come next week. I've just returned and haven't rested enough; how can I go to work? What's the point of having money if you don't spend it? I'll work when I've spent all my money." Sara mumbled, her eyes squinting, not fully awake yet.

"Young mistress, the master was pleased when you agreed to help at the company, so please don't let his expectations down. I'm begging you," Mrs Laly pleaded gently while pulling back the blanket, looking rather pitiful. "Fine, I'll get up, but only for today," Sara grumbled as she got out of bed and went into the bathroom for her morning routine.

Mrs. Laly thought, "Should I just go to work today and not go tomorrow?" then she clicked her tongue, wondering when the young mistress would change her ways.

By ten in the morning, Sara arrived at the company wearing a daringly slit dress that highlighted her body, drawing the attention of all the employees there. Everyone mistook her for a model representing a new brand of theirs. Sara took the elevator straight to the twentieth floor, where her father's office was. Upon exiting the elevator, her father's assistant, Mr. Scott, greeted her. He bowed very politely and respectfully. Sara found it odd that she hadn't announced that she had come, yet they seemed to know of her arrival.

Mr Roberts was startled to see his daughter entering, hardly believing this was the demeanour of someone coming to work, as she looked very much like a noble lady.

"Coming to work after ten, dressed as if for a gala, it seems more like you've come to cause chaos than work," Mr Roberts was not pleased with Sara's first-day work style but didn't fuss much as she had never done anything to his satisfaction before.

"I'm working as the boss's daughter; how can I be on the same level as others? Where's my office?" Sara demanded haughtily, insisting on a personal office decorated entirely to her liking from A to Z.

"I have this project for you. Finish it, and then you can have whatever you want," Mr Roberts handed his daughter a thick file on a new exclusive cosmetics distribution project for anti-aging skin care using all-natural ingredients, which his company was competing for with rivals.

This project was crucial for the company's future development. Successfully signing a contract with the supplier would put them far ahead of their competitors, not just domestically; they could aim for global reach.

"I thought as much. I'm quite skilled in this area; handing this project to me shows you've found the right person," Sara briefly scanned the document and confidently asserted that everything was as easy for her as spending daily money. "Your work ethic is unique; I wonder whom you inherited that from?" Mr. Roberts shook his head at someone who had never worried about earning or managing money but assumed making money was as easy as flipping a hand. He hoped this experience would help Sara mature.

"So, I start now?"

"With that outfit?" Mr. Roberts shook his head again, wondering if this was a workday or a fashion show.

Sara, carrying only a tiny handbag for style, couldn't fit the document file her father had given her. Moreover, her stylishly done nails from the previous day were too cumbersome, so she couldn't hold them herself. Thus, Mr. Scott had to carry it to the car for her.

"Ms. Roberts, this will be a challenging task for you. I've heard the director of the partner company is quite peculiar. We've tried contacting them several times but were rejected, and now they don't even answer our calls," Mr Scott informed Sara of the situation, hinting at the difficulties ahead to strategize accordingly.

"To catch a scammer, one must be a master scammer. To deal with an eccentric, you need someone even more eccentric. Rest assured, he will eventually surrender to someone as unique as me; people like I'm rare in this world," Sara couldn't help but laugh out loud, perhaps having devised a flawless strategy in her mind.

"Seeing your confidence eases my worries somewhat. How have you been living abroad all these years on your own? I truly regret not being able to help you." Mr. Scott felt guilty about Sara's situation during those years but also understood his limitations. Following a stubborn man meant he had to obey orders without question.

"In reality, I've learned many valuable lessons. But the most cherished is that only I can make myself happy. Happiness brought by others can also be taken away; only what I build for myself will forever belong to me," Sara faced her current situation without evasion, knowing anyone could eventually leave or betray her. Thus, she would inevitably be discarded without the ability to survive on her own. "So, have you made any plans for the future?"

"Of course. I wouldn't have returned otherwise," Sara smiled cryptically. Her profound thoughts were beyond Mr. Scott's comprehension, prompting him to view the young woman beside him in a new light.

Over four years, Sara remained youthful, beautiful, and impulsive to others, but to this older man, she had changed significantly. Mr. Scott watched the young woman walk beside him, his thoughts drifting to her less fortunate mother. He wouldn't have lost his love if he had been so poor. Even more agonizing was witnessing her unhappy marriage without being able to do anything. Seeing her gloomy face day after day, looking out the door as if waiting for someone to take her away from the cold house, he blamed himself even more.

Sara was like a younger version of that woman. Every time he saw her, Mr. Scott felt a private sorrow and sympathy welling up inside him.

To Mr. Scott, Sara was like a lost fledgling, trying with all her might to spread her fragile wings in search of warmth. Her life lacked nothing materially, but it lacked the warmth of love.