When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 493: Sign Her

It’s obvious that person doesn’t want him to get better. If he does get better, whose interests will be affected first?

In the complex web of The Lancaster Family, Faye Turner is not familiar, it seems she needs to do her homework.

At this moment, at the entrance of the estate.

A white sedan was stopped, and the fashionably dressed Melanie Lancaster, carrying her bag, adjusted her sunglasses, "I’m here to see my brother, why can’t I go in?"

"Sorry, Miss Lancaster." The guard at the gate said respectfully, "President Lancaster has specifically instructed that no one is allowed to enter without his permission."

"Not even me? Open your eyes and look at who I am!"

"Not even you, Miss."

"..." Melanie Lancaster was furious after hearing this, who exactly are they guarding against? Can’t even see my brother?

At this moment, Faye Turner came out from the living room. She paused at the doorway, glanced back, gave a few instructions to the servants, and then started walking towards the courtyard.

Melanie Lancaster did not leave immediately, she gazed into the yard, her eyes falling on Faye Turner. Her abdomen was slightly rounded; this Mrs. Lancaster’s position seemed secure.

In the lush green courtyard, Uncle Lane, seeing her come out, quickly opened the car door for her.

Before getting into the car, Faye Turner inadvertently glanced back and saw the scene outside the estate—

She thought for a moment and said to Uncle Lane, "Hold on for a moment."

After speaking, she took steps towards the entrance of the estate, only when she got closer did she see the person’s face clearly, "Aunt." Out of politeness, she greeted.

"Faye Turner, I want to go in and see my brother." Melanie Lancaster said straight out, "They stopped me, quickly let me in."

"Sorry." The girl stopped, a faint smile on her lips, "No need to see, there are medical staff conducting treatment according to strict procedures, he is also gradually recovering, it’s not suitable to be disturbed."

"What do you mean no need to see?" The middle-aged woman frowned unhappily, "Do you even understand what family affection means? He’s my brother! My real brother! It’s only natural for me to see him, quickly open the gate!"

Using status to pressure?

Faye Turner did not bother to argue, "Sorry." Then she bowed politely and turned away without looking back.

"Hey! Faye Turner! Let me in!"

No matter how much Melanie Lancaster shouted, Faye Turner only walked further away, finally getting into that car in the courtyard.

Soon, the car drove towards them, directly allowed to pass, and drove away.

Meanwhile, Melanie Lancaster was still stopped outside, feeling marginalized. In this family, Faye Turner seemed to be gradually gaining power??

Not only did Grandpa like her, but it’s said even Eliza Hayes had changed her attitude towards her.

Morning.

Adrian Lancaster finished a meeting and returned to his office to get the contract, it was 9:50.

"President, Miss Fletcher is waiting for you." Dustin Shepherd reported.

"Alright."

Adrian Lancaster, holding the contract, took Dustin Shepherd to the reception room.

"Take a look at the contract." As Adrian Lancaster sat down, he handed the contract to the girl opposite, "If there’s anything that needs modifying, or you think needs to be added, feel free to bring it up."

Kylie Fletcher didn’t look at the contract, feeling overwhelmed by the dense clauses.

She looked up at Adrian Lancaster, asking directly—

"If I follow you, will I have work every year? How’s the development of Prestige’s film industry?"

"At least two films a year, we pursue quality, spend the rest of the time gaining experience, learning, and improving yourself since you’re not classically trained." Adrian Lancaster was quite satisfied with her appearance, "I only have one requirement, no cosmetic surgery."

"Okay, I promise." Kylie Fletcher was not interested in cosmetic surgery, "Then let’s sign the contract!"

"Not going to take a closer look at the contract?" Adrian Lancaster, of course, wouldn’t cheat her.

"No need to look." At the end of her words, she picked up the pen and signed her name at the bottom.

At this moment, Byron Moss arrived in the lobby of Prestige Group, carrying a long box, which contained some calligraphy works ordered by President Lancaster’s father, delivering them today.