Chapter 388
Chapter 388 Fair Competition for J
The following morning, J and Marvin sat down for breakfast, with Marvin, persistently heaping food
onto J’s te.
“Bitter melon is great for yourplexion. Have some more.
“Milk does wonders for your skin, let me pour you some.
“Duck blood is rich in iron, eat up…”
“Marvin,” J squinted at Marvin, fighting the urge to ce the te atop
his head.
“Even kindergarteners know that being a picky eater is a bad habit.”
Marvin looked down with a sullen face and ate the nutritious but unappetizing
dishes.
Marco entered, nodding as he spoke, “Ms. Longfellow, our informant monitoring Conrad reports that he
went to Georgia’s house for money and has been visiting several shareholders withvish giftstely. H
owever…
“I’m not aware of their conversation’s content, but Conrad left looking quite
confident. Do you think we should find an opportunity to sway those
shareholders?”
J dined at a leisurely pace, her manners impable, resembling a vibrant figure out of a medieval
painting that had endured a century to appear vivid.
She swallowed her mouthful, picked up the napkin from herp, and dabbed at her lips, utterly disregar
ding Conrad’s petty maneuvers.
“No need to inquire further. I’ve already cornered Conrad, and the court officials are gathering evidence
. He’s merely a desperate man, scrambling to find dirt and allies for ast–ditch turnaround.
“Do you really think that recruiting a bunch of cluelessckeys will help Conrad prove that there are no
economic crimes? How naive!”
J scoffed. Conrad had evil intentions, but he was also incredibly stupid and posed no real challeng
e. If he were not useful to J, she would have had him thrown in jail ages ago.
As for Marvin, he didn’t involve himself in thepany’s affairs and therefore knew very little about the
situation.
“You
think those shareholders are willing to risk their necks based on a few crumbs of evidence he left to his
mistress?”
“First of all, it’s not just a few crumbs. Conrad’s illegitimate son is actually older than Coral. And over th
e years, he’s embezzled enough money from thepany, which is enough for him to start his own bu
siness.”
J set down her bread and gestured with her fork.
“Secondly, there’s that piece ofnd on the outskirts of the city that Conrad purchased through the
pany a few years back.
“I’ve read the proposal. He ns to build a high–end club. In the suburbs, no less. Ha!”
She snorted, “Most of those shareholders are already going to the casino that’s been set up in the club
house. After all,pared to traditional businesses, the profits of the gambling industry are practically li
mitless.”
As J spoke, Marvin began to understand
that she had already developed a n of attack. “It seems that you’ve already figured out a counterme
asure.”
J calmly signaled to Marco and ordered, “Ignore him for now.
“If you want to destroy something, you have to make it go crazy first. No matter how beautiful the drea
m, it hurts even more when you wake up.”
J remained calm, but Marvin sensed the danger lurking beneath the surface and prayed for Conrad
.
J had a fire in her, rivaling even Donahue.
After breakfast, J slipped into a chic apricot–white ensemble, ready to face the day.
As she prepared to leave, Lawrence appeared at the doorway, his tone deferential.
“Miss, Mr. Nigel Wheeler has arrived, stating that he wishes to discuss a coboration with you.”
Since the time Nigel sent a “sincere proposal” disguised as a business venture, only to be unceremonio
usly booted from thepany by J, he had kept his distance.
But J knew, deep down, that Nigel wasn’t one to give up so easily.
She had suspected he’d return, but she hadn’t anticipated that this dDereion would rise so early and ap
pear on her doorstep.
“Ignore him. I’m heading out.”
J turned around, giving Marvin a casual wave before grabbing her bag and malding her exit.
Marvin pondered, stroking his
chin. Donahuciel was a lost cause, but Nigel and Jill sharedmon interests, their personalities were
would be irrelevant. Bing a live–in son–inw wouldn’t be out of the question.
But weren’t there whispers of Nigel’s gaudy tendencies? With Donahueiel’s fiasco fresh in his mind, Ma
rvin resolved to do some thorough investigating.
Outside the vi gates, Nigel, d in a garish bright–blue shirt, kicked pebbles
absentmindedly, with his head down and his hands in his pockets.
Thest time he had upset Jill, he’d been so intimidated that he’d gone into
hiding for days, not even daring to send a text for fear of making the situation
even worse.
As luck would have it,st night he’d stumbled upon the juicy gossip regarding Donahueiel. How could
he not seize this opportunity?
And so, Nigel had stealthily fanned the mes of the scandal.
This wasn’t underhanded, but fairpetition. All is fair in love and war, after
all!
Nigel knew that with his temperament, the best time to strike was when the
enemy was frustrated. Not taking advantage of this opportunity would go against his creed.
If it wasn’t toote, he would havee with the contract in the middle of the night.
The next morning, Nigel finally arrived. God only knew how difficult that night was for him. It felt like h
e had lived a year and his yearning was overwhelming.
As the electronic lock clicked open, the door to the vi slowly creaked open, and a slender figure emer
ged.
Nigel quickly straightened his clothes, strode over, and greeted her with a charming smile on his face. “
Jill, it’s been a day, but it feels like a century has
passed!”
J ced her tender fingers on Nigel’s chest, restraining his wild
enthusiasm like a wild horse. “Maintain social distance.”
Nigel was momentarily taken aback but obediently stepped back.
When J nced behind him, she inquired, “Where’s your car?”
Nigel exaggeratedly wrinkled his face. “I missed you so much that I was in a hurry on the way here and
identally scratched it. My assistant took it to the
shop for repairs.”
J appeared indifferent, but her expression revealed a clear sense of doubt.
Nigel had once raced someone alone while off–roading in the Sahara, and
the other party had collided with him and rolled over. Yet, he emerged from the crash unscathed. The ro
ad to her house was full of wealthy people’s districts. There were few people, not to mention cars. How
could he possibly scratch his
car?
Nigel forced himself to ignore the transparent disdain etched on J’s face and cheekily asked for a ri
de.
“I’m in such bad luck. Give me a ride, please.”
Met with her reluctance, he
yanked out a file folder, flipped open the contract, and waved it about. “I’m here to talk business, alright
?”
J shot him a warning re and strode towards her car. “You better be.”
In her view, Nigel couldn’t possibly stir up much trouble during the 15–minute trip.
Besides, discussing their coboration on the way would save them both. valuable time that would hav
e been spent on mundane office tasks.
Sitting shotgun in the shimmering silver supercar, Nigel couldn’t contain his excitement. It was his first ti
me riding in J’s car.
The engine growled, and the car jolted slightly as J slowly stepped on the gas pedal, like a panther
stalking its prey, poised to pounce.
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Impatiently tapping the steering wheel, J reminded him, “Put on your seatbelt.”
Nigel snapped out of his reverie, annoyed at himself for losing his cool in front of J. He hastily secu
red his seatbelt.
“Yes, ma’am!”
In the next moment, the supercar surged forward like a silver bolt of lightning.