A Love Rekindled (Nancy and Bruce)

When I thought of how ruthless Bruce was to Douglas, I apologetically said, "I'm afraid I have to turn you down. I've troubled you for too many things, so I'll handle the rest of it by myself." Douglas paused for a moment before answering, "Okay."

After seeing Douglas off, it was already late in the evening.

It didn't take long before I received a call from Caroline.

"Come and pick me up from Vienna Winery. It's something urgent," she stuttered, indicating that she had drunk.

Not daring to delay, I immediately drove over.

However, when I pushed open the door, my heart ached when I saw Caroline being surrounded by three to four men.

I drank three glasses before I managed to get her out of there.

When we entered the basement, Caroline stopped acting and complained, "If it weren't to get information from them, I wouldn't even have bothered!

"But I already told you that I could handle it. Why did you drink?"

I was displeased. "You should bring me along to things like this."

Caroline sensed what I was thinking, so she came over and hugged me. "Don't worry. I can handle this amount of alcohol. But most importantly, I managed to get information about Camille." Caroline said that Camille would secretly appear at his fan meetings.

This was fantastic news for us, and I really didn't want Anika's incident to make her unhappy again.

After sending Caroline back, I thought about how I couldn't let Anika head to court.

So, it seemed like the only way left was for me to beg Bruce.

Even Caroline was willing to go to great lengths for the company, so I figured that my dignity wasn't that important.

...

It was already night when the taxi stopped at Roeval Group.

After taking a deep breath, I headed into the building.

However, I was stopped by the guard on duty.

"Mr. Harold has an appointment with me. My phone died, so please let him know about this," I lied through my teeth. The guard looked at me suspiciously.

But since it was urgent, I could only press my luck. "Don't worry. I'm close to Mr. Harold. He won't blame you."

Then, just as I finished talking, the guard suddenly straightened his back before bowing. "Good evening, Mr. Harold."

I turned around and instantly felt embarrassed.

Bruce and John were standing a few

feet away, and from how tense

the

Qu

Bruce was, it was apparent that he'd heard my conversation with guard.

"Mr. Harold, she said..." the guard started.

I didn't want to be blacklisted by Roeval Group's security system, so I interrupted him and forced a smile. "Mr. Harold, why did you come back so late? I've... I've been waiting for yout."

Perhaps I was under the influence of alcohol, because my tone seemed softer than usual.

It made it seem like I was buttering up to him.

Bruce also smelled alcohol on me. Then, he furrowed his eyebrows and asked indifferently, "Did you drink?"

Well, at least he didn't kick me out.

I nodded and pinched my palm. Then, I picked up the courage to ask, "I have a bit of a headache. Can you offer me some coffee?"

A hint of mockery flashed across Bruce's eyes upon hearing this.

Then, he snorted and headed toward the entrance of the elevator without even sparing me a glance.

Instantly, I felt my heart sinking.

Bruce was a clever man, and there was no way he couldn't see through my scheme.

However, I wasn't Cindy. I was unable to evoke even a little bit of sympathy from him.

It was the same as before.

However, just as I was about to give

up and leave, John's reminder t

in my ear, "Nancy, don't just

there. The elevator's almost

WY

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