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.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

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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back to, the matter at hand. But Bruce didn't immediately respand. He just stood quietly on the side, showing no intention of relénting,

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.”