Spoiled by Mr Russell (Lily Christian and Alexander) novel Chapter 693

Chapter 693

However, Damian became uneasy again when he recalled Nathaniel’s relationship with Arianna. “That's not how things work. Even if they don't support Uncle Derrick’s son, they will support my sister! Arianna has worked here for many years, so she has more knowledge about the company and its connections.

Aren't you one of her supporters...”

“Stop right there! ” Nathaniel motioned for him to stop and interjected, “I'm just Ms. Tanner’s subordinate. That doesn’t mean I support her and am on her team.”

“You're not?” Damian looked at him in confusion, not quite believing his words. “Back then, my sister assigned this project for you to manage. She would help you in your career, and I heard she recommended you to join the company. You're telling me that you're not on her team now. Are you sure about that?”

“Haha! " Nathaniel laughed as if he had heard a funny joke but soon, he glanced at the door carefully, pretending to be afraid the people outside would hear them. Then he leaned closer to Damian mysteriously and said lowly, “I’m not being humble, but even if I'm interested, do you think Ms. Tanner would feel the same way about me and want to marry me?”

Damian widened his eyes and punched Nathaniel in his chest. “ What the h*ll are you talking about?” His punch was not a hard one, so that meant he was not angry.

Nathaniel rubbed his chest and explained, “I'm sure Ms. Tanner has her motives for recruiting me into the company. I'm guessing she wants to have her own team of people in the company, and if there were a change in the management team, she might still get to voice her opinions.”

“What do you mean?” Damian blinked.

“In other words, Ms. Tanner knows she can’t win over you. As the company will be under your control in the future, she wants to gain a firm foothold first because she’s afraid you would threaten her position once you become the president.”

Damian was in a trance, so immersed in Nathaniel’s words that he had forgotten about his cigarette, which was burning the entire time, almost reaching his fingertip. Suddenly, he returned to his senses, shook his hand, and then threw the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

Then he asked nervously, “Really? Is that what she really thinks?”