What She Overheard in Her Own Marriage novel Chapter 197

Gordon froze, his handsome features tightening slightly.

"Her... I don't know her strategies well enough to say. But her technical expertise gives her absolute confidence. She wouldn't be cornered by their technical demands," Gordon replied carefully.

"Right. The technology is the core issue." Noelle took a sharp breath in and let it out slowly. All she could do was wait for the outcome the day after tomorrow.

Back at the hotel, Noelle received a text.

It was from Finnian: How did the talks go?

Staring at the screen, the slightly clinical tone of his question made her heart sink.

She desperately wanted to text back confidently, claiming she had everything under control.

But reality had dealt her a heavy blow. She could only type: Hit some resistance. I'm working on a solution right now.

Tossing her phone onto the counter, Noelle walked over to the minibar, opened a bottle of red wine, and poured herself half a glass. Just as she lifted it to take a sip, her phone rang.

A smile crept onto her lips. It was almost as if she had predicted he would call.

She walked over and picked it up.

"Send me the revised terms Cytogene proposed," Finnian's voice came through the speaker.

Noelle hesitated for a second. "Okay, but... aren't you..."

"Send them," the man ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Noelle forwarded the documents, a sweet warmth blooming in her chest.

Was he losing sleep over this too? Was he constantly worrying about her negotiation?

Around 10:00 AM the next day, Kaia received an automated text message updating her on Finnian's itinerary.

A moment later, Finnian sent a follow-up text: Dexter and I are flying out to handle the Cytogene partnership. I need you to watch Brynlee for the next two days.

Kaia stared at the message and didn't reply. She had known for days that Noelle took her team to Switzerland for this project.

She also knew Noelle and Gordon were currently in the middle of negotiations. Finnian's sudden departure could only mean one thing: the talks with Cytogene were going poorly.

Kaia remembered being in Gordon's office recently and accidentally spotting a document with Cytogene's logo. Gordon had casually—but quickly—slipped it into his drawer, treating it like highly classified information.

As soon as Finnian arrived at The Basel Hotel, he called an emergency strategy meeting.

Sitting at the head of the conference table, Finnian frowned as he reviewed the latest technology transfer addendums Cytogene had proposed.

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