Chapter 335


    After visiting Ronan''s office, Ronan asked Cordelia, "What was the call about?"


    "PrimeBuild Contractors wants us to provide aparison withst year''s figures. I prepared those


    figures while I was at First Enterprises, and I can''t just hand them over. If I did, it would be a vition of


    professional ethics. I fear they might use this to pressure you to achieve their goals. They''ve been


    wanting to coborate with Lumos Enterprises but haven''t found the opportunity. I refused to show


    them the figures and told them to get it themselves," Cordelia exined.


    Ronan, who was busy signing documents, paused to listen to Cordelia and thenmented, "Well


    done."


    He genuinely admired Cordelia.


    When Jordan was around, he had always obstructed Cordelia from entering the Audit Department,


    probably fearing she might expose his wrongdoings. Thankfully, Ronan had already taken care of


    Jordan.


    A woman who kept her ounts impably, Wyatt had praised Cordelia numerous times in front of


    him. With a Master''s degree backing her, how formidable would she be?


    "Do you want to leave with me this afternoon?" Ronan proposed.


    Cordelia thought for a moment. "Ms. Mna is going with Tristi to the ''High Society'' set. I might just tag


    along, so I probably won''t go with you."


    "What if I miss you?" Ronan asked her.


    Cordelia chuckled. "We see each other every day. You''re just sweet-talking."


    "You think I''m sweet-talking you? Why don''t you give it a shot?"


    Cordelia turned her head away. "No!"


    Ronan didn''t press further and resumed his work.


    Cordelia''s phone buzzed with a message from Mna on Messenger. [Cordelia, ready to leave?]


    [Sure, I''ll message Tristi.]


    As she messaged Tristi, she informed Ronan, "Ms. Mna is ready to leave, and so am I."


    "Be careful, tell Janice to meet you downstairs in advance."


    "Okay." Cordelia quickly typed on her phone while responding to Ronan.


    Cordelia and Mna got into Tristi''s car, chatting casually in the backseat.


    "Cordelia, did you get any stretch marks after you got pregnant?" Mna asked casually.


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    "Stretch marks? I don''t know." Cordelia frowned. "I haven''t paid attention."


    Mna rolled her eyes at her. "Most women start using olive oil from the moment they get pregnant.


    You''re almost due, and you don''t even know what stretch marks are? Doesn''t Mr. Evans care?"


    Cordelia chuckled. "Perhaps he doesn''t know either."


    "Do you mind if I check?" Mna asked.


    "Not at all. It''s all women in here anyway." Cordeliaughed.


    Mna leaned over to inspect Cordelia''s tummy.


    "Huh, Cordelia, you must be lucky because you''re young. Not a single stretch mark. You''ll still look like


    a youngdy even after the babies are born." Mna chuckled.


    "Really?" Cordelia asked.


    "Why would I lie to you?"


    Cordelia beamed.


    They chatted while Mna used her phone to arrange a meeting with the people from Pulse


    Technologies at the same hotel asst time, Azure View Hotel. The people were bringing Mna the


    materials.


    Coincidentally, Cordelia received a news alert on her phone. [Former popr actress blinds her


    assistant in a feud.]


    Cordelia opened the link, and sure enough, it was about Deanna injuring Samantha''s eyes. The story


    was that Samantha had gone to the location where Deanna was filming amercial and had insulted


    her. Deanna had reacted by flinging a handful of lime, which had burnt Samantha''s eyes.


    Cordelia was puzzled and thought to herself, “How did things get so bad between these two?”


    What on earth happened?


    Just then, a message from Sienna popped up. [Cordelia, did you talk to Mr. Evans about calming


    Deanna down? She''s gone and injured Samantha''s eyes today!]


    Cordelia hadn''t figured out how to reply to Sienna yet, but she and Mna had arrived at their


    destination.