Time-Limited Love: A Contract Expired, Not Renewed novel Chapter 350

“Yes, we’ve already turned them down several times, but they’re still not giving up. Now they want to send someone to Austerland to meet with us in person. Honestly, their persistence is a bit odd. I thought I should let you know.”

Landon nodded slightly. “There’s no need to see them. Don’t bother replying again.”

“Yes, sir.”

Charles accepted the order and was about to leave when Landon spoke again.

“How’s the situation with the Jensen family?”

“All the evidence has been handed over to the police. Mr. Shen will accompany Ms. Lyon through the entire prosecution process.”

Landon nodded again. “I want you to stay involved as well. Cooperate fully with Mr. Shen and the prosecution. Whatever they need, make it happen.”

“Yes, sir.”

Nordica, corporate headquarters.

“Sir, Landon still refuses to work with us. We suggested sending someone to Austerland for face-to-face negotiations, but they turned us down flat.”

The young man spoke in flawless English, his tone respectful as he addressed the middle-aged man standing before him.

The man by the expansive window slowly turned around. A deep scar ran down the right side of his face, starting below his eye and stretching all the way to just behind his ear. What might have been a distinguished face was now made menacing by the harsh line of the scar.

“What does Yuri say?”

The middle-aged man’s voice was raw and gravelly, as if his vocal cords had been seared by fire. He couldn’t produce a clear tone anymore.

The young man straightened, answering, “Yuri doesn’t want us interfering in his business, and he’s forbidden us from doing anything behind his back.”

At that, the older man sank wordlessly into his office chair, tapping his fingers on the desk in a slow, heavy rhythm, deep in thought.

After a pause, he waved the young man away. “Let him handle it, then. But tell him—don’t drag this out too long.”

“Zane, on behalf of all the students and faculty at the medical school, thank you for your generous support,” the dean said, shaking his hand.

“It’s nothing,” Zane replied with a practiced smile. “Supporting the next generation means supporting the future of medicine.”

After a string of platitudes, he finally added, “And, well, you could say it’s my wedding gift to Zinnia. Let’s name the building ‘Zinnia Edifice’—how does that sound?”

The dean blinked, taking a second to realize that “Zinnia” referred to Zinnia herself.

“Of course, of course. That’s perfectly fitting.”

By the time Zinnia heard about the new building bearing her name, the “Zinnia Edifice” was already a done deal.

“Zinnia, don’t worry about it. Grandpa just has more money than he knows what to do with. Besides, you and my brother are getting divorced anyway, so think of it as Grandpa’s wedding gift for your next marriage. No need to feel awkward,” Leanna whispered, squeezing Zinnia’s hand.

Zinnia could only smile wryly. What a mess. The divorce wasn’t even finalized, and Zane was already preparing a dowry for her second marriage.