He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 73: He Had Considered Marrying Her

Theodore Grant had always known what was on Wanda Lynch’s mind.

He had even considered marrying her before.

It was just that now... the desire wasn’t as strong.

"It’s getting late. You should get some rest."

He stood up and went upstairs.

Having been ignored so many times, Wanda Lynch couldn’t help but start to have her doubts about Theodore Grant.

’Does he not like me anymore?’

’Has he developed different feelings for Natalie Morgan?’

’No.’

’I absolutely will not allow it.’

「The next day.」

At the office, Mona gave all the recently submitted design drafts to Wanda Lynch.

"Supervisor Lynch, you’ll be in charge of the selection process this time."

Wanda Lynch smiled as she took the thick stack of drafts. "Of course, Mona. I’ll be sure to pick the very best design."

The submissions were all from the design department staff.

Almost everyone had submitted a few pieces.

She pulled Natalie Morgan’s drafts from the pile and threw them all into the trash.

Then, she casually picked out a few other drafts and gave them to Noelle Bell.

Noelle Bell quickly delivered the design drafts to Theodore Grant.

The man’s brow furrowed tightly as he looked at the uninspired designs. "What is all this?"

"These were meticulously selected by Supervisor Lynch."

"Meticulously selected? If this is the best the design department can do, then it’s time to hire new people." Theodore Grant tossed the drafts onto his desk and pinched the bridge of his nose, thoroughly displeased.

Only then did Noelle Bell pick up the drafts to take a look.

She dealt with the design department often enough to know that, ordinarily, this was not the best they were capable of.

Glancing down at the signatures, she saw they were mostly from recent interns.

’Could there have been a mistake?’

"Perhaps Supervisor Lynch overlooked some of them. I’ll call and check with her," she said.

Noelle Bell carried the drafts back to her desk, pressed the button for the internal line, and got through to Wanda Lynch. "Supervisor Lynch, Mr. Grant is very unhappy with the drafts you submitted. Are you sure you didn’t make a mistake?"

Wanda Lynch had just picked them at random.

She couldn’t tell a good design from a bad one.

She glanced down at the drafts in her trash can.

’Natalie Morgan was a top student at the art academy. Her drafts should be good.’

"Secretary Bell, I actually designed a few pieces myself. Why don’t you show mine to Mr. Grant?"

"If you designed them, Supervisor Lynch, I’m sure they’re excellent. I’ll come get them right away."

After hanging up, Wanda Lynch retrieved Natalie Morgan’s drafts from the trash, tore off Natalie’s name, and signed her own.

When these drafts were placed in Theodore Grant’s hands,

he was genuinely impressed.

"Wanda Lynch designed these?"

Noelle Bell stood up straighter. "Yes, Mr. Grant. I never realized Supervisor Lynch’s designs were so brilliant. Just looking at the drafts, they’re already incredibly eye-catching. Once the final products are made, they’re sure to be Grant Group’s bestsellers for the season."

Theodore Grant held the drafts and nodded in satisfaction. "The quality is indeed very high. It’s not tacky or gaudy; it’s perfectly in line with the aesthetic of today’s youth."

"Supervisor Lynch is clearly very talented."

"Let’s go with these," Theodore Grant said, handing the drafts to Noelle Bell. "Doesn’t the design department have a one-hundred-thousand-dollar bonus for the best design? I think she’s earned it."

"Then I’d better go give Supervisor Lynch the good news." Noelle Bell left the office, holding the drafts.

Soon, everyone in the design department knew that Wanda Lynch’s design had taken the top prize.

The one-hundred-thousand-dollar prize finally had a winner.

Everyone’s hopes were dashed.

"Supervisor Lynch, congratulations! Mr. Grant loved your design. He specifically instructed that the one-hundred-thousand-dollar award must go to you."

There was a sycophantic edge to Noelle Bell’s words.

Wanda Lynch smiled faintly. "I couldn’t have done it without your help, Secretary Bell."

"Not at all, not at all. Mr. Grant reviewed it and made the final decision himself." Noelle Bell handed the drafts back to Wanda Lynch. "I’m looking forward to the finished product."

"I’ll do my best, Secretary Bell." She put the drafts away and extended an invitation. "Theodore gave me some Franconian coffee a while back that I haven’t even tried yet. Why don’t you join me for a cup?"

"Then I’d be delighted to try some."

Noelle Bell followed Wanda Lynch to her office.

Zoe Sawyer, sitting beside Natalie Morgan, rolled her eyes. "If you ask me, the whole thing was fixed. Everyone knows she’s Mr. Grant’s girlfriend."

Natalie Morgan glanced at her but said nothing.

Frustrated, Zoe Sawyer threw down her paintbrush.

She crossed her arms. "She might be Mr. Grant’s girlfriend, but everyone knows she never even went to college. How could she possibly be better than those of us with professional training?"

Zoe Sawyer leaned closer to Natalie Morgan. "Natalie, what do you think?"

"Whether someone has professional training or not doesn’t matter. What matters is that Mr. Grant liked her design." Natalie Morgan offered a faint smile. "We’ll just have to try harder next time."

"If they were just going to give it to her anyway, why make the rest of us bother designing anything? Why even bring up the one hundred thousand dollars?" She was genuinely indignant. "I just want to see what she designed. If she’s really that much better, I’ll admit defeat."

"Don’t dwell on it. Let’s just get back to work."

As Natalie Morgan saw it, this was just Theodore Grant’s way of using the design department to curry favor with Wanda Lynch.

She pitied her fellow designers.

They had all wracked their brains for that one-hundred-thousand-dollar prize.

Now that the dust had settled, work became relatively easier.

「Over the weekend.」

Natalie Morgan went to the hospital.

Yulia White’s treatment was going remarkably well, and the project was about to be launched.

Dr. Carter was full of confidence. "Miss Morgan, once the project is launched, I believe your mother could wake up within a month at most."

"That fast?" Natalie Morgan was pleasantly surprised.

"Mr. Grant personally went abroad a few days ago to mediate with the project team. This time, they’ll be sending specialists over. I hear there’s a new, advanced medicine as well. With this two-pronged approach, success is just around the corner."

Natalie Morgan’s expression darkened slightly.

’Theodore Grant went to handle this personally?’

To be fair, she wasn’t grateful to him. If he hadn’t terminated the project in the first place, her mother would have woken up long ago.

"I hope the outcome is good."

"It will be. The clouds are about to part, and you’ll see the clear sky."

Natalie Morgan nodded.

Regardless, it was heartening news. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Dr. Carter, I’m going to see my mother now."

"Alright."

After leaving the hospital, Natalie Morgan returned to her apartment.

She was in a good mood, humming a tune as she got ready to make some instant noodles.

The doorbell rang.

She opened the door.

It was Secretary Bell.

"Miss Morgan, the President has a last-minute business dinner. Get changed and come with me to the office."

Secretary Bell’s tone was curt and demanding, with an undercurrent that suggested Natalie would be a fool to refuse.

Natalie Morgan despised her condescending attitude.

It was as if Noelle Bell thought herself royalty and Natalie a peasant.

"Secretary Bell, this is my personal time. I’m under no obligation to accompany Mr. Grant to a business dinner."

Secretary Bell’s lips curled in disdain. "If Miss Lynch hadn’t suddenly felt unwell, you wouldn’t even be getting this chance. After all, we’re meeting a titan of the domestic art and calligraphy world."

"Then please ask Mr. Grant to find someone else. Riverden is a big city; surely he can find another woman?" Natalie Morgan’s gaze swept mockingly over Noelle Bell’s face. "Or perhaps someone like you, Secretary Bell? Don’t you dream of one day standing by Theodore Grant’s side?"

Noelle Bell’s expression turned ugly. "You..."