CHAPTER 302 A CHANGE IN STYLE

Yvonne hadn't expected him to make such a shameless request and was very angry. Her little face puffed up. "I don't think much about it. Mr. Taylor, don't you think you're out of line?"

"Is it too much to fight for what you want?" Elliot snorted unconcernedly.

Yvonne squeezed her palms. "I'm sorry Mr. Taylor, but your offer is off the table."

"So, you don't want to know who Jacqueline's sister really is?" Elliot narrowed his eyes.

Yvonne laughed in exasperation. "If I have to sell myself out just to get that information. No way. I will b e disgusted with myself. Since you won't tell me, I'll take my leave, Mr. Taylor. I'm sure I can find that information without you. After all, there's no shortage of detective agencies anywhere."

After she said that, she turned to leave.

Elliot, however, suddenly held her hand,. "Wait a minute."

Yvonne frowned, "Mr. Taylor, what else do you need?"

"You're pretty stubborn." Elliot let go of her hand and suddenly laughed bitterly.

Yvonne wondered what he was up to and got a little impatient. "Mr. Taylor..."

"Alright, fine." Elliot lifted his hands and quickly interrupted her. "Fine, I'll tell you the truth. I have my own reasons so I can't tell you the identity of Jacqueline's sister directly. However, I can give you a direction to work on. Shane Summers."

"Shane?" Yvonne cocked her head to a side confoundedly. "What has this got to do with him?"

"This definitely involves him because he's the first one among us to find out that Jacqueline has a sister. However, I doubt he'll tell you anything since she isn't any average person." As Elliot spoke,

he fixed his eyes on Yvonne's face thoughtfully.

Yvonne felt slightly creeped out by the way Elliot looked at her. It made her uncomfortable but she also had a strange feeling.

"So what if she isn't the average person? Why are you looking at me?" Yvonne touched her face, finding Elliot's behavior very baffling.

Something flashed in Elliot's eyes. He laughed," Nothing. Do you remember what I said just now?"

Yvonne nodded.

"Since you've already taken note of that, it's up to you whether you want to investigate it yourself or ask Shane Summers. It's up to you. But I'll recommend you to investigate that lead yourself because the outcome might shock you more if you hear it from another person. There's one more thing." Elliot looked at the watch on his wrist.

"What is it?" Yvonne waited for him to answer.

Elliot shook his index finger, tellingly, "Next time, if you want my hair, you can just tell me. Considering how I feel about you, why would I refuse?"

"You..." Yvonne stared at him wide-eyed. "You found out?"

"This is my territory. Do you think you can hide anything from me here?" Elliot smiled.

Yvonne lowered her head awkwardly. "I'm sorry, I..."

"Alright, if there isn't anything else, you should leave since I'm going out now. Of course, if you hate to part with me here, you can come along. Why don't I take you on a ride?” Elliot winked at her.

Yvonne's face turned black. "That’s unnecessary. I'm sorry to take so much of your time, Mr. Taylor. I'll leave now.” holds this content.

Yvonne gave Elliot a slight bow and left.

Click. The door to his villa closed once more. His jocular expression on his face gradually faded-it was replaced with a frigid coldness.

Holding back her fear toward him, his helper walked t o his side. “Sir, that time regarding your hair..."

"Don't let it happen again!" Elliot spat icily.

The woman shuddered and quickly agreed. "Yes. I know I was wrong. It won't happen again.”

"Fortunately, I came back early that day. Otherwise, you would've ruined my plans.” Elliot glared at her. 1

The middle-aged woman shrunk backward, afraid to say another word.

Elliot shifted his gaze away, "Spread the word about Yvonne personally coming to my villa to look for me. I want Henry to know."

"Yes." The helper quickly did as she was told.

After half an hour, Joe was already telling Henry about Yvonne’s visit to Elliot's villa.

When Henry heard this, he tapped the cold surface of his work desk a few times. "Why is she looking for Elliot?"

"I don’t know. I saw someone in the villa group chat mentioning it, so I came to report this to you." Joe waved his mobile phone.

Henry pursed his thin lips-he was disgruntled.

Seeing his reaction, Joe suggested, "Mr. Lancaster, why don’t you ask your wife?"

Henry lowered his eyes. "It’s unnecessary, so this can wait till tonight. How is the new secret item coming along?"

Now that their conversation was back to business, Joe straightened his back and replied with all seriousness, "There is no progress. After all, for us to completely get rid of the old secrets, we need to have a breakthrough. However, this can't be accomplished in such a short amount of time, so..."

"You have to hurry up," Henry massaged his glabella wearily as he interrupted Joe. "Or those people working in the background will start making their movies." 1

"Yes." Joe nodded.

Noticing that Joe had not left, Henry looked at him with narrowed eyes. “Is there anything else?"

"Miss Jacqueline wants to set up an appointment with you," Joe said hesitantly after a few seconds.

Henry’s brows furrowed. "When did this happen?"

"An hour ago. I didn’t plan to tell you, but she just wouldn’t leave." Joe shrugged with a difficult smile.

Henry contemplated for a moment. "Did she say anything?"

"No, she didn’t. But she cried when she came." Joe recalled Jacqueline's situation when he saw her.

"Cried?” Henry scorned. “She probably quarreled with Liam. Go. Ask her to leave. Tell her there is no need for me to see her unless she wants to say where Dominic i s."

"Okay," Joe answered.

After he left, Henry picked up his pen and started to work.

In the afternoon, he glanced at the time in the lower right corner of his computer screen and remembered that he had to return to the family residence in the evening. He got up and left the office without any further delay.

When he returned to the villa, it was already an hour later.

Yvonne was surprised that Henry came back at this time. While she helped him pick up his briefcase, she couldn't help remarking, "You're back early today."

He usually came back just before dinner time.

If he came back at this time, he probably left work early.

"I came back to pick you up before we go to the family residence," Henry replied. He headed for the living room after he changed out of his shoes.

Yvonne followed behind him thoughtlessly. "I thought you were going straight to the family residence."

"Go and change your outfit," Henry reminded her.

Yvonne looked down at what she was wearing-it was too homely, so it wasn't suitable for dinner at the family residence. She acknowledged it and darted upstairs.

Henry sat on the sofa in the living room, drinking tea while he waited for her.

After he waited for about ten minutes, Yvonne came downstairs.

Henry took a glance at her long dress and coat. The outfit coupled with her small, pristine face made her look elegant and innocent.

"You..." Henry narrowed his eyes and only said a single word.

Yvonne tilted her head to look at him. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. This outfit suits you." Henry gave her a rare compliment.

He also realized now that this woman's dressing style had changed a lot lately compared to before.

In the past, whether it was her clothes, shoes, or hairstyle, she was no different from a new college student. Her style was bland and tasteless.

But now, there was finally a hint of maturity in her style.

Yvonne smiled at the man's compliments and her eyes curved into two crescent moons. "Thank you."

"Dress like this from now on." Henry lifted his hand and tidied her bangs on her forehead.

Yvonne nodded repeatedly, "Okay."

"Let's go." Henry put his hand down and walked out of the villa leading the way.

In the car, Yvonne was buckling her seatbelt as Henry started the car. Suddenly, he asked, "I heard you went t o see Elliot this morning?"