Eric smiled after hanging up the phone. "The supplier you've been looking for is at my company right now."
He said it so casually, almost like he was talking about what he had for dinner today. But his words hit me like a thunderclap, reverberating between us. I looked up at him in shock, my heart skipping a beat. "How do you know?"
I had thought that my investigation with Levi was moving quickly. I didn't want to stir the pot too much, but even so, I knew I wasn't nearly as efficient as Eric.
Eric noticed the discouragement in my eyes and calmly instructed the driver to head back to the company. He then turned to comfort me with a smile. "It was just a coincidence, really. I figured you'd be following the production line, so I tried a different angle. This way, the investigation can be more efficient."
He paused for a moment, then added, "But the boss is very cautious. It took a few days for my people to finally catch him."
His tone was light, but I could sense the difficulty behind his words.
I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement, and I looked at him with a thousand questions swirling in my mind. Ultimately, I parted my lips, but nothing came out.
Eric seemed to understand what I wanted to say. Smiling, he gently placed his warm fingers over my lips. I could feel the touch of his fingertips.
"If you're about to thank me, don't bother," he said with a helpless smile. "It's like you're a broken record, and I don't want that."
His gaze met mine, and the playful glint in his eyes sent a jolt through me. I instinctively moved back.
Eric's hand retracted, and he lowered his gaze, his expression tinged with a trace of regret.
"I…" I bit my lip, not wanting the atmosphere to turn awkward.
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