A Love Rekindled

Chapter 50

After Cindy left. Caroline immediately approached my table. "I could sense her arrogance from a mile away. She sure does play her part well." I pinched my brows but didn't say anything.

"What did you give her? She seemed quite happy.” she asked.

I told her about the little handbook.

Caroline gave me a thumbs-up. “A timely help indeed. You always seem to have a card up your sleeves. But what if she changes her mind?"

Cindy wasn't dumb. With my prepared guide, getting along with Kate would be a piece of cake. Compared to a small project, Cindy was smart enough to know being the president's wife held more weight.

"Aren't you happy?" Caroline pressed on.

Why wouldn't I be? Judging from Cindy's reaction, it was unlikely that Roeval would withdraw its investment from us.

But the thought of giving away such a good card left me feeling a little resentful. I had hoped to cheat some good money out of it. "Let's wait for the news.” I reassured Caroline. "Maybe we can finally sleep well tonight."

That night, as I returned to my place, I saw Bruce coming from the opposite side.

He was dressed in a navy blue wool suit. Under the moonlight, his tall figure exuded an air of elegance.

I paused and took the initiative to start the conversation. "Are you here to see Ms. Lane?"

I wanted to see if the two had met.

Bruce nodded and walked into the hallway beside me. After a while, he asked, "Were you the one who gave her the guide?" It seemed they had indeed met.

I told him the truth. "You paid the down payment, Mr. Harold. I had to show some sincerity."

"How considerate," he said calmly, giving no indication of whether it was praise or criticism

I didn't feign modesty and smiled. "I've always been trustworthy. I'm sure Mr. Harold will understand overtime.”

I wanted tosteer the conversation...

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The lift door opened. As we got in, I suddenly felt discouraged, and I couldn't help but rub the strap on my wrists nervously. "Who gave that to you?" Bruce suddenly piped up.

I looked at Bruce in confusion. Following his gaze. I realized he was referring to the wristband.

He added, "You're so fond of it. Is it a family heirloom?"

I didn't know how he could tell that I was fond of it. But the wristband suddenly felt uncomfortably hot.

Then I heard Bruce sneering, "Is Douglas that shabby?"

He must have misunderstood and thought that the wristband was a gift from Douglas.

I lowered my head and tugged my sleeve tocover the wristband, nat” giving aim a response. But ~ something inside me felt like it was being torn apart, causing a dull ache in-aay chest. -

“You're always so clever Ms. Fisher. So why did you beg Cindy for help?" Bruce was relentless.

Hearing this, I bit down my discomfort and looked up at Bruce. "We boty know how unique the > project is, Ms. Harold. There'sno neeetto ruin our relationshipover a trivial matter." -

"A trivial matter?” Bruce suddenly raised his tone, and a hint of sadness flickered in his cold gaze. Was my eyes playing tricks on me?

"Excuse me for my poor choice of words," I quickly corrected myself. "What I meant was, once the game goes online, your efforts will surely be rewarded."

After spending so much time with Caroline, I learned to choose the right word.

Bruce scoffed at my words. "Will that day ever come?”

My heart skipped a beat. After a moment of silence, I met the man's unreadable gaze, trying to get a read on him. Unfortunately, I didn't learn anything.

My voice was barely a whisper. “It will.”