When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 686

I caught her looking at me out of the corner of her eye. “A car, a house, and some savings without a job, plus being able to go out whenever I want and do whatever I want?” She ticked these off her fingers as she continued, “Maybe it is a perfect lifestyle?”

I replied, “Correction, it absolutely is the perfect lifestyle.”

She let out a brittle laugh. “Scarlett, you know what I think? We’re always going to envy someone else’s life. Take me for instance. You have no idea how much I’d love to be in your shoes. You haven’t told us much about your old life, but I know it can’t be as simple as we imagined. After all, you personally know Armond, who’s a pretty big figure in K City. That alone already shows that you’re far from just a plain Jane. There’s also this perpetual air of elegance around you, with a dash of mystery that’s just absolutely alluring. Do you get what I’m saying?”

I chuckled at her words. She’s always lived a pretty straightforward life, so she’s naturally intrigued by mysterious things.

The car came to a stop before a cafe famous for its high teas. She turned to address me, “Let’s go!”

The cafe boasted an elegant ambiance, which was elevated by the soft, graceful music playing in the background.

After ordering some pastries, she asked, “Why did Armond give you a task meant for a project director?”

I shook my head and said, “I’m not too sure either!” I kept the bit about my relationship with Ashton to myself.

Frowning, she asked seriously, “Are you trying to find out more about the public enterprises because of this project?”

I nodded and explained, “I believe Armond wasn’t planning to bid on this project in the first place since Murphy Corporation has never been involved in technology-related projects. So I was quite surprised when he suddenly mentioned his intent to take on this project and put me in charge. I can’t say I agree with that decision. It’s going to be pretty hard to snag a deal with Fuller Corporation.”

She paused, and I could sense the gears turning in her brain. “When is the tender?”

“Tonight!”

“What? He wants you to come up with a bid proposal in one afternoon?”

I suddenly felt exhausted as I nodded. “I can’t think of how to come up with a good proposal at such short notice. My brain’s fried.”

She stared at me and asked, “What can I help you with?”

I then proceeded to explain the details of the project to her. After some brief contemplation, she asked, “Where is the tender taking place?”

“Oasis Hotel!”

She nodded and said, “I know about that Derek you mentioned. I’ll put out some feelers and see if we can find ourselves an advantage for the bid.”