A Love Rekindled

Chapter 100

Previously, I had thought about the possibility of Bruce orchestrating all of this. But nonetheless, I was now hearing him admit to it personally. It still felt like my heart was being stabbed with a dagger, and the pain was unbearable.

He was such an intelligent man. And if this was something that Caroline had thought of, surely he was capable of doing so too.

However, he wanted to have Cindy be the one leading the project.

It wasn't as simple as having her come to our company to gain some experience.

He wanted to give her something more substantial. He wanted to give her more

After quite a while, I finally found my own voice again. Calmly, I said, "Mr. Harold, this is different from what we agreed on previously.”

"Is it?” Bruce looked away and replied nonchalantly, "I don't think I ever promised to bring you along, have I?”

That wasn't wrong. Indeed, he had never said so.

In the presence of all three of us, Nikolai had sung praises about the video I produced. But despite that. Bruce still had the most influence at the end of the day.

He treated Cindy like the bougainvillea in his garden. He watered it and pruned it personally.

I, on the other hand, was just a gardener whom he forced to assist in protecting that plant of his.

I was a nobody. I was someone who could be discarded once he was done with me.

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I couldn’t help but sneer. "Mr. Harold, there can only be one person in charge of this project. And that person is me.” Upon hearing this, Bruce froze and stopped writing.

He looked up slowly and gazed at me with his deep, dark eyes. "What do you mean by that. Ms. Fisher?"

I answered him honestly, "No agreement has been signed with Camille yet, Mr. Harold. Let's see which one of us has the ability to have him sign it." My working principle was to never give up easily. So, I would persevere until the very last second.

Bruce acted as if he had just heard a funny joke. He scoffed and leaned back on his chair.

Then, he asked lazily, "Do you think that you've still got a chance?"

"I will have to try in order to find out," I said in a belligerent tone.

Bruce didn't respond immediately. But after a while, he said, "You're still the same, Nancy."

I knew that he was mocking me.

He had helped Cindy to get a headstart with the matter regarding Camille. But that aside, I was now challenging Bruce. I was aware that I was biting off more than I could chew.

After all, Roeval Group was a corporation that had the financial and material resources. And right now, Caroline and I were overreaching. But then again, what if this was the case?

Bruce was the one who started this by being unethical. And we definitely couldn't endure it time and time again.

It was already afternoon by the time I left Roeval Group.

The warm and sunny weather had changed, and it was now freezing cold.

The wind that blew was chilling to the bone, and I couldn't stop shivering.

Then, I realized that I had broken out in cold sweat when I was speaking with Bruce.

This opened my eyes.

I used to be so obedient to him. I didn't think that I had the guts to challenge him like I did today.

I had acted impulsively.

It was easy to challenge someone verbally. But it was a long shot to make it a reality.

Moreover, this was about Camille, whom we know nothing about.

Then, I shifted my attention toward the private art exhibition.

This sort of art exhibition was usually a way for the upper-class society to network with one another.

Its scale was small, but it was extremely secretive. And the purpose of it was to allow them to build relationships internally.

It would be extremely difficult to sneak into a place like that.

So, I could only pin my hopes on Caroline.

Hence, Caroline spent the evening asking around for information and found gut that there were two ~ private-art exhibitions that were happening in Joddesdon andSaza inthe afternoon.

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One of them was happening in the neighborhood in Minerva South—it was an open exhibition.

Another exhibition was being held at Calista Gallery at Minerva West—it was a private event and not open to the public.

According to Caroline's explanation, Calista Gallery was a private art 2 gallery 4 4t was founded by a budding artist who had just returned to-the country and was rarely openéd to the-public.

Its main concept was being low-key and mysterious.

"This suits you.” I commented as I made some notes. "So, how are we going to enter?"

Caroline alSo had a troubled expression on her face. “It would.be difficult’ The guests invited to the art exhibition are wealthy and noble, and-they' re very particular about their privacy. “

I'm sure that the security in the afternoon would be tight too. So, I'm afraid that my tricks to sneak into the event wouldn't work there." This was my first time witnessing Caroline feeling helpless.

In the past, there had been parties that the both of us wanted to attend. And during those times, she was always able to find out information about those parties from insiders.

Some of them were party attendees. while some of them were chefs in the back kitchen.

I had never seen her with her hands tied like today.