Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 468 A Moment Is An Eternity
The window glass was being repeatedly slammed by the cold wind. Leah felt a little chilly when she heard the whistling sound.
She buried her head once more in the cozy quilt. She looked bewildered as she kept scrolling through the comments on her
phone.
"How is that person so brave? Fergie shouldn't steal the trophy from Ms. Charming even though she is a member of the Ritch
family, right?"
"Does she not realize that Mr. Hendrik is watching out for our Ms. Charming? Be careful! Ritch family might be in great danger."
Leah murmured, "This doesn’t feel right. They used to chastise me on the internet, didn't they? They rarely defend me in public."
Leah quickly discovered the reason when her assistant sent her a text message.
"Ms. White, our PR department has already taken the initiative to direct fans' comments on various news media platforms
regarding online public opinion."
Leah found the situation both funny and embarrassing as she put away her phone. She was happy for nothing.
Some of her company's positive reviews and exposure had disappeared as word of her losing the competition spread across the
nation.
"I see. Thank you."
Leah was depressed after she received another call from a government official informing her that Dream Designs had not been
included in the Top 50 Who's Who rankings for new and influential companies.
She kept examining her own work and Fergie's because she was unwilling to accept her defeat.
While Fergie's work was flawless, as Susan had stated, it was still inferior to hers. It was obvious that she should have been the
champion.

Leah was unwilling to endure her suffering in silence. She called the organizers to inquire about the competition results. When
she raised her doubts, the organizers dismissed her concerns and mocked her.
"Are you implying that a novice designer like you is more competent than all of us experts? Never assume that depending on Mr.
Hendrik will be enough for you to prevail. Don't you realize what you're capable of? How could you possibly have ever imagined
competing against Ms. Ritch? You are remarkably bold. Accept the fact that you lost to her. All of this chatter is just a bitter loser
whining, right?"
This speech made Leah the one at fault.
Her eyes became icy in appearance. She pursed her lips and rebuked, "How could you verbally attack me when I'm just bringing
up logical doubts? It doesn't seem right, does it? Is this the true nature of the organizers of such internationally renowned
events? People from the outside world would likely be very disappointed if they learned about this. This competition will lose its
credibility!"
Leah might not be upset if they had been more professional in pointing out her shortcomings in comparison to Fergie. They
attacked her as soon as she opened her mouth, which really made her furious.
The staff became upset after hearing Leah's direct and firm reply.
He berated her, "Do you consider me to be easily intimidated? Do you believe you can oppose us, the planners of an
international event, given your status as someone who rose up the social ladder through a man? It was somehow flattering to
award you the title of runner-up, how dare you covet Ms. Ritch's title? You don't know what’s good for you!"
The organizers started to hurl abuse and insults at Leah.
Leah was not angry. She simply pressed the recording button on her phone.
Han just so happened to hear the insults coming from the phone because Leah had set it on the table when he walked into the
room. His charming face abruptly turned gloomy. His body radiated an icy and murderous aura.

Leah had stood up and taken his hand before he could do anything about it. She motioned for him not to speak.
Leah held her tongue until she felt she had gathered sufficient proof a short while later. She said, "No matter how the competition
turns out, you have insulted me today. I'll see you in court."
After she hung up the phone, Han's deep and icy voice sounded immediately, "Did they cheat you out of your championship?"
Han was shown the creations by Leah and Fergie. She explained, "It would appear so. Her work contains some details and lines
that aren't as well-managed as mine."
Han pulled out his phone. He didn't even bother to look at Fergie's creations. His gloomy expression showed a sign of disdain,
"What a bunch of fools!"
...
He could not bear the thought of Leah being wronged by anyone other than himself.
Leah noticed Han’s meaningful gaze, and she asked in confusion, "Are you preparing to take action? Don't worry, I'll sue the
organizers and take them to court."
Han chuckled, "There's no need for that. A competition organizer that loses its fairness doesn't need to exist."
Outside the window, the chilly wind persisted.
Leah's heart warmed at this frank defense, but other people found this speech to be a little inhuman.
"Then, I'll leave it to you."
Since Han was going to take action, Leah was happy to take it easy. She smiled gently and held his wrist. She said, "How are
Serena and Ben doing?"
The ice in Han's eyes melted during this conversation, which was typical for a normal couple. Han grinned, allowing Leah to hold

him more comfortably by bringing his elbow closer to her side. He said, "Serena is now awake. After dinner, let's go see her."
...
Ritch Manor, which was located abroad.
An old man was seated in the grand hall. His physique remained tall and burly even though he had gray hair. He had a sharp
and fierce gaze. He glared at the subordinate that kneeled before him and asked, "What did you just say? This Sarah White
belongs to Hendrik?"
He only asked one question, but it contained a complete demonstration of his authority.
That subordinate was powerless against the old man's commanding presence. His body was shaking uncontrollably, and he was
covered in a cold sweat.
Despite his body shaking throughout, he forced himself to respond, "Indeed, Mr. Ritch. All of the public opinions expressed online
have been monitored and examined. Internet users are eager to watch the drama surrounding the Ritch family. They all claimed
that we had offended Mr. Hendrik."
"Bang!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a cup of piping hot tea smashed onto the floor, narrowly missing his
face. The air was permeated with the aroma of premium black tea.
Mr. Ritch scoffed, "It seems like a lot has happened during my years of recuperation. Hendrik has only risen to prominence in the
last two years, what does he have to compare with my family? The Kendrick Group is merely a trivial force that I can eliminate
with a wave of my hand."
The Kendrick Group's influence over the previous two years was well known to that subordinate.
He could not help but remind his boss, "Mr. Ritch, his strength truly exceeds our imagination. The Kendrick Group has strong

momentum. Our family may not be able to withstand their power."
In a fit of rage, Mr. Ritch growled, "You thrash! Are you afraid of him? Are you looking down on me? Tell Owen to have Veyris
completely suppress and blacklist the Kendrick Group!"