It was such a rushed proposal, so clearly it could not be well prepared. After a pause, I said, "The Milton Group does not excel in this field. Hendrix would never pick us."
Sebastian frowned and threw the proposal in his hand aside. He looked at me and said, "Let's go eat first."
I kept assuming that he didn't actually want this bid at all. Else, why would he have asked me to do it at the last minute?
He looked at the time and found it was already six o'clock. "The bidding time is eight o'clock in the evening. I'll go to the Greenland Hotel first. Can you eat out tonight?"
Picking up his car keys, he said, "Bring all the things you need with you. Go straight to the Greenland Hotel, and have dinner there."
I was stunned and asked, "Are you coming?"
He raised his eyebrows and said, "I won't go. Did you think you could win the bid on your own? With your terrible bidding proposal? Or using your face?"
I...
How vicious his words were!
I cast him a scathing glance and chose to remain silent. I packed my things and followed him out of the office.
In the car, he drove as he spoke emotionlessly, "Have you checked which companies are participating in the bidding?"
He paused and responded, "I can't deny that six hours isn't much. It's good that you're able to analyze all the advantages and disadvantages and concoct a 3000-word proposal in just a few hours. However, Arianna, it doesn't mean that it couldn't be done better."
I kept quiet. This person was obviously unreasonable. It was useless to talk back.
Naomi called me on the phone, and her voice was as loud as usual. "D*mn woman, where have you been? Aren't you going to check up on me? I fought for you!"
"How are you?" I asked her, but I wasn't worried. Hendrix had asked Evan to handle her situation. He would have taken good care of her.
She clicked her tongue and said, "I'm in the hospital, but I'm fine. I scratched that little b*tch Dahlia's face, but I'm still not satisfied."
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