Chapter 1112


    Thssa had readied the data for thetest smartphone from the Crawley Group, along with the


    information for the previous electronic gadgets.


    After clocking out, she followed Ethan to the golf club.


    She knew this ce; she had been here once with Hertha, who was pursuing ric, creating a so-


    called "chance" encounter in her bid to win his heart.


    Unfortunately, her n backfired. Not only did she fail to catch ric''s attention, but their friendship


    also took a nosedive.


    This golf club was a yground for the elite, a ce where the rich and famous kicked back.


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    It was known for its steep fees.


    Their client was already waiting, decked out in a gray and white tracksuit, topped with a white visor,


    swinging his golf club with ease.


    Ethan, with Thssa in tow, approached and greeted, "Bruce, hope we haven''t kept you waiting too


    long."


    The man about to take a swing paused, looked over his shoulder, and upon seeing Thssa, a fleeting


    shadow crossed his face. He then turned to Ethan with a smile, "Mr. Ethan, d you could make it.


    Come over for a drink."


    Handing his club off to a nearby caddy, he led the way to a shaded seating area under arge parasol.


    Thssa''s mood plummeted at the sight of this so-called client. Her grip tightened around the folders


    as realization dawned on her.


    Bruce was the client?


    Was he seriously about to invest two hundred thousand in stocks?


    Where on earth did he get that kind of money?


    Just days ago, he had called her, threatening to release the video unless she wired him two million.


    She had t-out refused. And now, Bruce suddenly had the funds?


    Even more perplexing was the fact that Lysander had uncovered evidence connecting Bruce to her


    kidnapping.


    Why hadn''t he turned over the evidence to the police?


    Why was Bruce still free instead of behind bars?


    Seeing Bruce now, Thssa wished nothing more than for him to be taken away by the police, locked


    up forever, and never to be seen again.


    "Ms. Everhart, what are you waiting for? Come join us," Ethan said, noticing Thssa had fallen


    behind.


    "Oh, right. On my way," Thssa replied, snapping back to reality and walking over.


    Ethan and Bruce sat opposite each other, with Bruce cing a prepared ss of juice in front of Ethan,


    saying, "Mr. Ethan, have a drink to beat the heat."


    Then, turning to Thssa, he put on a show of courtesy, "Ms. Everhart, don''t just stand there, have a


    seat."


    "No thanks, I''m fine standing," Thssa replied, her face emotionless.


    Ethan was somewhat aware of the tension between Thssa and Bruce, so when Thssa showed


    clear reluctance, he did not insist.


    He steered the conversation back to business, "So, Bruce, you''re interested in purchasing shares of


    ourpany but have concerns about their stability, is that it? I''ve had my secretarypile all the


    information on our products, not just the new releases but also the electronics we''ve sold in the past.


    Our market performance has been rock-solid for thest three years; there''s nothing to worry about."


    As Ethan spoke, Thssa, catching his cue, ced the stack of documents she was holding onto the


    table.


    Bruce nced at Thssa and then said to Ethan with a chuckle, "No rush, let''s not hurry through this.


    My wife will have a look at the documents; she just stepped out to the restroom and will be back


    shortly."


    "Sure, no problem," Ethan replied, picking up his ss of juice and taking a sip.