To Love a Shadow, To Be the Sun novel Chapter 297

Elara had never felt this embarrassed in her life.

“Sorry, wrong number,” she blurted out, and immediately hung up.

Meanwhile, Zane was just stepping out of the lab.

A woman handed him his coat and his phone. “There’s a more efficient DNA extraction method under development, but it's still in the experimental phase. It'll take some time. Should we give it a try?”

Zane took his coat, answering in his usual reserved way, “Whatever you think is best.”

He was always like this with people—his emotions impossible to read.

“Oh, by the way, you had a call. I answered it,” the woman added.

Zane looked at her, eyebrows raised.

She grinned. “Someone said you could get your tuition fees back from day-trading during the reign of King George. I asked if we could get a gold bar refunded instead, and she called me crazy and hung up.”

He had been about to check his call log, but her comment made him put the phone down.

“Don’t imitate that lunatic,” he said.

The woman, smile fading, asked seriously, “Once you’re done here, are you heading back to Kingston City?”

Zane pressed his lips together, silent. She understood immediately.

“Alright, I won’t ask,” she said, dropping the subject. His job meant his schedule was often confidential.

After leaving the lab, Zane got into his car and turned off his phone.

…

On the other end of the line, Summer was stunned.

“That woman—is she his wife?”

Elara stayed quiet.

Summer covered her mouth, her eyes wide. “Do you think they’ll get into a fight because of your call?”

Summer’s eyes lit up as she caught on. “He’s not exactly eager to play along. He’s just under pressure from higher up. Maybe there’s still room to negotiate.”

Elara nodded.

“But we can’t even get past reception. Now what?” Summer asked.

Elara thought for a moment, then approached the desk again. “Hi, could I speak with Mr. Justice’s assistant, please?”

The receptionist’s patience had clearly worn thin. “Lady, how many times do I have to say it? Mr. Justice isn’t seeing anyone. His assistant won’t help you, either.”

Elara didn’t get angry. She just smiled, but her words were razor-sharp. “I’m not asking to see Mr. Justice. I want to speak to his assistant. Whether I get a meeting with Mr. Justice is none of your business. Sometimes it pays to listen to reason if you want a long career.”

The receptionist rolled her eyes, but reluctantly picked up the phone.

A few minutes later, Mr. Justice’s assistant came downstairs to personally send them away.

Before he could say a word, Elara held out her business card. “May I have a word with Mr. Justice?”