?Chapter 756:


    When Conroy settled back into his chair, Jessica sat on the armrest, draped an arm around his neck, and said, “You promised you’d always love and look after me, and I’m holding you to that.”


    “Don’t worry,” Conroy assured her softly and patiently. “Go and call Eileen over.”


    When Eileen learned that Conroy wanted to see her, she wasn’t surprised in the slightest.


    She set Gabri down and exited Bryan’s office to find Conroy waiting by the corridor entrance. As she emerged from the office, Conroy gestured for her to approach. She quickly walked over and inquired, “Mr. Finch, you wanted to see me?”


    “I heard you’ve taken on the role of caring for Mr. Dawson’s daughter,” Conroy’s tone was neutral, neither particrly harsh nor friendly.


    Eileen nodded and followed him into the dimly lit room, where Conroy’s expression was clearly visible. He looked serious.


    “You might not fully understand who Mr. Dawson is,” he began. “He adores his daughter immensely. Should any mistakes ur under your watch, are you prepared to handle the consequences? Do you really think you’re up for this task?” Conroy continued, “You should resign from this position.”


    Eileen responded with conviction, “The pay he offers is substantially higher than what an average executive department employee earns. With the extra ie, I could significantly contribute to our family’s finances.”


    “Contribute to—what would a few thousand really change?” Conroy almost voiced his thoughts aloud.


    “If my sry is seven or eight thousand a month, that’s an extra ten thousand a year. With that money, I could buy nice things for Grandma and even take her to the city for medical visits,” Eileen exined, stretching out her fingers as she counted the benefits of taking care of Bryan’s daughter.


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    But Conroy refused to listen.


    “You’re only focusing on the benefits. What if you harm the child? It wouldn’t just affect you; I’d be implicated too!”


    “How could that happen?” Eileen replied in confusion.


    “No one knows about your rtionship with me. If I make a mistake, let him fire me. I don’t need your help,” she said.


    Conroy was left speechless.


    “Someone’sing,” Eileen said as footsteps echoed from outside. “I’m going back now. Next time, don’t approach me with such minor issues. It would be problematic if our rtionship were exposed.”


    Having said that, Eileen turned to leave. Conroy hastily stopped her and asked, “Wait. Are you moving into Mr. Dawson’s house tonight?”


    Eileen responded with slight irritation, “Yes. Why do you need such details?”


    “You’re a single woman. How can you just move into a house like that? It’s inappropriate. Listen to me and turn down the job!” Conroy sought another angle to dissuade her.


    Eileen brushed off his concern with ease. “It’s fine. Besides, I’ve heard Mr. Dawson’s wife has passed. Imagine if I take good care of his daughter and he grows fond of me—our Vazquez family will benefit from his support, right?” Conroy’s eyes widened in disbelief; he couldn’t believe Eileen was considering such a possibility.


    “Don’t you think it’s possible?” Eileen continued, trying to convince him. “I heard Mr. Dawson lives next door to you. You live in such a nice ce.”


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