Chapter 297
Zelda had just been on the receiving end of a verbal lashing from Monty.
She finally managed to mutter, “She’s blocked me, too!”
Monty sighed, exasperated.
“Is this deal that crucial?” Zelda couldn’t wrap her head around it. “That Mr. Lopez guy, if he’s not interested in working with us, let’s move on. Find someone else to partner with!
Doesn’t Lisette know a ton of people? Get her to help. She’ll have some connections! And what does Callie even do? She’s nothing but a jinx. Look. This deal wouldn’t have gone south if it weren’t for her!”
Zelda grumbled, annoyed. “She doesn’t even deserve to be part of this family. Sometimes, I regret we hadn’t just… well, never mind.”
Monty frowned, holding back his words, and finally hung up the phone.
He glanced at Lisette, knowing she had her network of contacts, but none of them could compare to a big fish like Mr. Lopez. The company’s situation was dire. Without his cooperation, they might as well shut the doors for good.
No way! They had to get Callie to help.
He looked at Lisette, thought it over, and said, “We need to see Callie.”
Lisette was hesitant, not keen on facing Callie, let alone apologizing to her.
“Dad, do you think Callie will even see us, let alone help us?” she questioned, doubt lacing her words.
“She didn’t even lift a finger when Horatio needed help with his legs. She’s all about cutting ties with us… Though I can’t figure out why Callie is so heartless, I doubt she’ll help us.”
“We have to try. Where else could we find another client like Mr. Lopez?” Monty insisted. “Callie’s always been jealous of how well we’ve treated you. Apologize sincerely this time. Horatio and the others will come along. For the company, everyone must apologize and make it count!”
Lisette held back her objections, biting her lip. She didn’t want Callie back in their lives. If they all apologized and Callie forgave them, her own position might be in danger. Besides, she had seen Callie’s live streams. There was no denying Callie had some serious skills.
But Lisette didn’t dare voice her concerns out loud. And Monty gathered his three sons and headed straight to the Myers Manor.
Monty and Lisette arrived first.
Once there, Monty approached the gatekeeper. “I’m here to see my daughter, Mrs. Myers. Could you let us in?”
The gatekeeper looked at Monty skeptically. “Mrs. Myers hasn’t mentioned any family visiting.”
“We didn’t give her a heads–up, so if you could let her know Monty is here, she’d understand,” Monty explained, his tone a mix of patience and desperation.
The gatekeeper gave him a once–over. “Why don’t you call Mrs. Myers yourself? If she’s your daughter, you should be able to reach her and have her inform me, right?”
Monty was speechless. If only it were that simple.
