Chapter 208 Regain Her Trust
Leonardo’s POV:
Victoria’s interview continued. Her questions were professional, her attitude impeccable, perfectly fitting for a Public Welfare Observer. But the underlying irritation inside me didn’t lessen. Spending a week traveling with her was a potential risk in itself. I didn’t trust her, especially not after she’d clearly stated she was “ever it,” only to appear in this project by such “coincidence.”
My gaze occasionally drifted to her set-up camera or her profile as she took notes. But my mind kept returning to the look in Natalie’s eyes when she saw me off-she’d tried to seem composed, yet couldn’t hide her reluctance.
She said she’d miss me. Didn’t I feel the same? We’d just parted, and the longing was already gnawing at me.
“Mr. Sanchez, regarding the project’s protection of the local indigenous werewolf tribal culture, what specific measures does the Sanche Group have planned?” Victoria’s voice pulled my thoughts back.
I focused, answering according to the prepared talking points. Business was business. Since couldn’t refuse her presence, I’d ensure this trip went smoothly, without a hitch. As for Victoria, if she kept to her role and did her job, could simply pretend she wasn’t there.
Boarding time was approaching. Aaron began gathering our carry-on items. I stood up, checking my phone one last time. There were no new messages. Natalie was probably already on her way home.
Natalie’s POV:
I had just returned to my apartment when my phone vibrated. A bank notification for a transaction, memo reading “Equity Transfer Related Fee Subsidy.”
Immediately after, a call came from an unknown number.
A man said, “Hello, I’m a lawyer from the Richardson Group legal department. Ms. Anderson, the procedures for your equity transfer are complete. The new shareholder registry has been updated. The relevant legal documents and share certificates are en route to your residence via a courier, expected within thirty minutes.”
“I see,” I replied.
Then I hung up, my eyes utterly calm. Landon didn’t dare delay the three-day deadline.
Soon, he sent me a text, “Natalie, it’s done. Now, 50% of the Richardson Group’s equity is yours. I’ve kept my promise. I don’t ask for your forgiveness, just the chance to apologize in person. I want to start over with you.”
Reading those hypocritical words, I could almos picture the faux-sincere expression on his face as he typed them. Did he think shares could buy back the past and erase everything he’d done to me?
I called his number, expressionless.
He picked up almost instantly, voice strained with forced excitement. “Natalie…”
“Ten a.m. tomorrow. The Richardson Group headquarters,” I said, then hung up before he could respond.



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