The Platonic Trap novel Chapter 9

She? Ken froze for a split second before instantly realizing who he meant.

"Ms. Stafford apparently saw news of her fiancé getting intimate with another woman. When she asked Norma about it today, Norma was... quite aggressive, blaming Ms. Stafford for the issue."

The luxurious gold trim of the fountain pen caught the light. Multitasking effortlessly, Alistair signed his name with bold, aggressive strokes, letting out an emotionless "Mm."

Ken checked the rearview mirror, glancing at the man focused on his work.

"Mr. Zucker, would you like me to... have a word with her fiancé?"

When his boss didn't answer, Ken cautiously probed further.

"No need," Alistair said, closing the folder and looking up. "She hasn't asked for my help. Don't meddle where it isn't required."

Alistair rarely interfered in other people's private lives.

"Understood, Mr. Zucker."

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Celia received a text from Talbot.

It had been over a month since their cold war began, and this was the very first time he had initiated contact.

The message was incredibly brief: [Come to Forrester Group tomorrow and apologize to Norma.]

Staring at the screen, Celia was so disgusted she almost threw her phone across the room.

It seemed like everyone genuinely believed she was hopelessly, blindly in love with Talbot.

But the reality was far more calculating. Back when those greedy relatives tried to pawn her off to various wealthy playboys for political leverage, she had carefully analyzed her options and chosen Talbot—an arrogant, easily manipulated idiot.

At the time, Forrester Group's finances were on the verge of collapse. Under the guise of "saving" his company, Celia had systematically funneled the vast inheritance her father left her straight into Forrester Group.

Perhaps she was driving a bit too defensively today, because a flashy sports car suddenly roared past her, aggressively cutting her off.

Once the driver saw it was a woman behind the wheel, he began recklessly brake-checking her. If it weren't for her elite reflexes, she would have rear-ended him multiple times.

Despite her evasive maneuvers, the driver refused to back off, growing bolder and attempting to force her off the road entirely.

Seeing this, Celia let out a dark chuckle.

The moment the sports car crossed a solid line to cut her off again, she didn't hit the brakes. Instead, she slammed the gas, and with a vicious roar of the engine, she rammed her SUV straight into the side of the sports car!

"CRASH—"

The violent sound of twisting metal echoed through the street.

Celia tilted her head slightly, a flash of pure, unapologetic malice in her eyes.