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."
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