Chapter 40


    Gilda received a message. It was from Braydon.


    Braydon: [Gilly, did you miss me? Your dearest brother missed you so much! I’ll see you in Frencia


    later.]


    Gilda felt goosebumps rise on her skin as she quickly typed on her phone.


    Gilda: [No.]


    After the message was sent, Gilda turned to her assistant and said, “You can sign for it for me, and


    then distribute the flowers to female colleagues in thepany.”


    “OK.” The assistant left the office.


    After that, Gilda continued to read the document when Cheney Lewis, the director of the Expansion


    Department, knocked on the door and came in.


    “Good morning, Ms. Lynch,” said Cheney.


    Cheney walked to Gilda’s desk and handed over the folder. His eyes shed with a hidden shrewdness


    as he said, “This is this month’s ie statement. Please have a look.”


    Gilda didn’t take it. She just looked at Cheney indifferently and asked, “What’s the matter, Mr. Lewis?”


    Then Gilda nced at the document in Cheney’s hand and said, “You could just leave it to my


    assistant. Why bother?”


    Cheney’s smile grew warmer, though there was a hint of difort as he feigned nervousness. “Ms.


    Lynch, here’s the thing. I acted foolishly at thest meeting and inadvertently offended you.”


    Gilda smiled aloof and said, “It’s fine. Just let it go.”


    “When I went back, the more I thought about it, the guiltier I felt. So I am wondering if I may have the


    honor to invite you to dinner tonight as a way of apologizing to you. What do think?


    you


    “I have new first–hand news about Stark Group, and I want to share it with you privately, Ms. Lynch,”


    said Cheney.


    Cheney was humble and different from the arrogant manner in the meeting room that day.


    Gilda had seen through his hypocrisy. She crossed her fingers and said, “All right, I’ll have dinner with


    you today.”


    Gilda had juste to know Timothy, and Cheney knew that she was interested in Stark Group. Such


    a person should not be underestimated.


    Whether Cheney had any inside information about Stark Group, Gilda had to see what Cheney was up


    to today.


    “That’s great. Ms. Lynch, let’s meet at Timson Restaurant tonight!” said Cheney.


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    Cheney smiled tteringly and left the office happily. As soon as he closed the office door, his face


    turned cold.


    Meanwhile, downstairs in the hall, the roses, airlifted from abroad, filled the air with a sweet fragrance,


    yet Gilda was nowhere to be found.


    Din quietly crouched on one side of the hall, trying to surprise Gilda when she received the bouquet.


    Atst, he only saw an assistant in a work suite down to sign for it, and two security guards behind


    the assistant carried the bouquet upstairs.


    Din wouldn’t give up. There was his handwritten letter in the bouquet.


    Din waited until it was time to get off work. Girls in the whole office building passed by him with


    several roses. Seeing this, Din gave up. He realized that Gilda had directly shared the roses with the


    staff without looking at them.


    Feeling depressed, Din looked up at the recruitment information on the billboard and smiled.


    Another idea urred to him.


    Gilda came to Timson Restaurant after work.


    It was a famous restaurant in Ath, and all the celebrities would have meals here.


    Cheney could not be able to afford it as a working–ss man. It must have something to do with the


    person from Stark Group behind him.


    Walking through the dreamlike golden lights, Gilda was guided by a waiter to Cheney’s table.


    “Good evening, Ms. Lynch,” said Cheney.


    Seeing Gilda, Cheney didn’t get up but lit a cigarette. His attitude was quite different from that in the


    office.


    Gilda was not annoyed. She put down her handbag with a smile and sat down, saying, “I wonder what


    the inside information you said about Stark Group is?”


    Cheney shook the soot and scanned Gilda up and down with his greedy eyes. “Don’t fret, we can


    discuss it after we’ve dined.”


    Gilda smiled and raised her hand to look at the watch. “I won’t eat anything. I am in a hurry,” she said.


    “There’s no need to rush.” Cheney got up, walked to Gilda’s seat, put his hand on the back of the chair,


    and leaned down close to her.