You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 296- rebirth

"Whether or not he’s still officially Lord Washington doesn’t matter. His abilities in Burg Eltz are undeniable, so people still prefer to call him Lord Washington. It’s a recognition of his position and capabilities."

Matthew then asked,

"Why do you suddenly want to talk about these sketches?"

"I think these designs are really good. If they’re made, they’ll definitely sell well. It would be a shame to destroy such brilliant talent..."

Laurent expressed her thoughts.

When they first saw Bert’s designs at the factory, everyone had been amazed. No one had expected things to take the turn they did later. Samantha and the others also felt regretful about canceling the collaboration, but there was nothing they could do.

Laurent also felt it was a shame. Now that Bert had taken the initiative to apologize, she thought she should be more magnanimous, which was why she came to Matthew to discuss it.

Hearing her say this, Matthew was quite surprised.

"Doesn’t it bother you what he did before?"

Laurent smiled lightly.

"How could it not bother me? But he sent an apology email today, and his attitude was sincere. I didn’t think it was right to continue making things difficult for him. Of course, I won’t personally collaborate with him. What I’m asking is for you to transfer his business to another colleague and have them take over."

Matthew thought for a moment after hearing her words, then replied.

"Since you don’t mind, I’ll have someone else take over and continue with it. But I wonder if he’s still interested in pursuing these things."

"If he truly cares about these designs, I think he’ll continue working on them no matter what."

Laurent wasn’t sure what Bert was really thinking at the moment, so she could only make this guess.

Matthew nodded. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"I’ll contact him and see."

"Alright."

Laurent agreed.

After discussing these matters, Laurent returned to her work, while Matthew tried to contact Bert, but his phone was off.

Matthew didn’t continue trying to reach him and instead called one of his more capable employees to assign him full responsibility for handling these designs.

Bert was still catching up on sleep. He had stayed up all night, so of course, he couldn’t get up. For someone like him, who usually had a very regular routine, staying up all night was no small feat. He had drunk several cups of coffee to stay alert the night before, so naturally, he couldn’t get up the next day and kept his phone off, burying his head in sleep.

While he was lost in a deep sleep, the Washington Co. office was in chaos.

As the Lord of Washington Co., he hadn’t shown up by noon, essentially abandoning his duties. Not to mention, there was a pile of things that needed his attention and several important meetings waiting for him.

The higher-ups in the company were furious, and the board was enraged.

With Bert’s phone off, they couldn’t reach him, so Daniel’s phone was being bombarded with calls from the board. Meanwhile, Morrison’s office at the Mo family was also being overwhelmed by calls from Washington Co.’s senior management.

Since they couldn’t contact Dave and knew that Morrison was friends with him, they assumed Morrison could get in touch with Dave and came to his office to protest.

Morrison was completely stressed out. He stepped out to a quiet spot to call Dave.

"Where are you?"

"I’m at the market. What’s up?"

The person on the other end responded calmly, and Morrison was about to lose his temper.

"You, a grown man, are at the market buying vegetables with a bunch of women?"

"Please don’t tell me you went in your Bentley wearing your Armani suit!"

Morrison couldn’t even bear to imagine that scene. Dave, on the other end, nonchalantly replied.

"What’s wrong with that?"

Since Dave stepped down, he hadn’t had a proper chance to meet with Morrison. Morrison had been busy, and Dave had been fully focused on preparing dinner in the evenings, leaving no time for meetings. As a result, Morrison didn’t know much about the recent changes in Dave.

"You have all the time in the world, but Washington Co. is about to fall apart!" Morrison complained angrily.

"Your new Washington Lord is playing hooky today, disappearing without a trace. They can’t reach him, so they came running to me, asking me to contact you!"

Morrison thought back to the swarm of Washington Co. senior executives in his office and felt a headache coming on.

"Why contact me? I’m not in charge," Dave replied nonchalantly.

He really was at the market buying vegetables. After sending Daniel home from the hospital, Dave had nothing else to do, so he decided to go to the market. It was still early, and he could get fresh produce.

Morrison, listening to Dave’s indifferent tone, was about to lose his temper.

"I don’t care whether you’re in charge or not! Get those people out of my office right now!"

Dave was feeling quite innocent.

"It’s not that I don’t want to help, but I can’t! His phone’s off, and I don’t know where he lives. I can’t contact him either."

"How much for this, miss?"

"Can you make it cheaper?"

Morrison, already furious on the phone, was now utterly exasperated when Dave began haggling over the price of vegetables, nearly making him spit blood.

"Dave, look at yourself!" Morrison snapped before angrily hanging up.

Dave, who had been hung up on, felt completely innocent. What was wrong with haggling over vegetables?

Morrison just didn’t get it.

He didn’t understand the joy of simple, everyday things like bargaining over groceries. It was strangely addictive.

Morrison, a man like that, had no love in his life and would never treat love with sincerity. His world would always be filled with shiny VIP bank cards and membership cards, always existing in the beautiful three meals a day prepared for him by others, forever lost in a world of extravagance and excess.

That’s how Dave saw Morrison. But then he thought, before he married Laurent and before he truly realized his feelings for Laurent, wasn’t he the same?

Living high above it all, untouched by the mundane, it was only now, in this very moment, that he felt his life was the most real and the freest.

After finishing his shopping, Dave called Tiffany. Tiffany and their daughter had been taken by Bert last time, and Dave had heard Tiffany mention that it was Bert’s villa. From that, Dave guessed that Bert must live there. He wanted to ask his mother if she knew the address.

Tiffany gave him the address in detail, even the house number. Dave was surprised at how well his mother remembered, and Tiffany calmly said on the other end of the line:

"I was just worried that if anything happened after we came back, we would be prepared. So, when we left, I took note of the surroundings. Fortunately, I know Burg Eltz very well, so I recognized the location. And luckily, he didn’t blindfold us or anything like that."

"You’re really amazing," Dave praised his mother for her vigilance and attention to detail.

After hanging up with his mother, Dave drove to the address she gave him to find Bert.

He said he didn’t care, but how could he really not care?

Following the address his mother had given him, Dave found Bert’s house.

It was in Burg Eltz, a newly developed villa community nestled between the mountains and water. The area was quiet, especially in the spring when the trees were lush and flowers bloomed in vibrant colors.

After parking the car, Dave stood in front of the villa’s gate and rang the doorbell. He pressed it for a long time, but no one came to open the door. He stood there in the eaves, not knowing what to do.

With his phone off and no one home, it seemed Bert didn’t have any relatives or friends around in Burg Eltz. How was Dave supposed to contact him?

Dave then started to worry. What if Bert had some kind of accident or illness, lying in his house, unable to get help, and no one knew? He shook his head at the thought.

In an instant, Dave’s mind spiraled into a series of negative scenarios. His brow furrowed as he raised his hand again to ring the bell.

After a moment, the door creaked open, and Bert appeared, wrapped in a bathrobe. He clearly hadn’t woken up yet.

His eyes barely open, he looked utterly fatigued, and his face was full of annoyance. He leaned against the door, half asleep, and asked Dave,

"What’s up?"