Chapter 190
As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized there was a hint of sarcasm in my tone that I couldn’t quite mask.
What surprised me even more was that my tone matched that of Hogan’s when he threw shade
at me.
They say booze is a troublemaker, and boy, did I see that firsthand. After a brief two–second pause, without waiting for the guy to respond, I quickly backpedaled, “I’ve still got a lot to learn from Mr. Zade in many respects.”
Hogan’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his gaze sharpened as he looked at me.
Feeling a strange sense of pressure sweeping over me, I clutched my stomach and excused myself, “Sorry, I need to hit the restroom.”
If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen, right?
But when I returned to the banquet hall, I realized that Hogan and Cecilia had already left.
Just a few minutes ago.
Wallis handed me a glass of juice and said, “Thanks to Cecilia’s blessings, we’ve had a non–stop supply of fresh juice all night in the main hall. Here, have a taste. It’s all from imported fruits, so drink up; it’s free.”
Having heard the irony in Wallis‘ words, I sighed, “Why bother with a little girl?”
“Am I the one who want to pick a fight with her?” Wallis‘ voice rose a notch as she said. “You’ve seen it all night. Everyone’s been drinking, even Hogan raised his glass, but Cecilia was the exception. Oh right, her hand is injured, so she can’t hold her liquor.
Wallis can be pretty childish sometimes too.
I tried to soothe her, “It’s not like she’s causing trouble at work. No big deal.”
“People toast and she sips juice. Isn’t that just throwing shade at us? Wallis looked annoyed. venting, “Remember what I said? That girl is no easy customer. She won’t take this lying down after losing to us, and I bet she’ll be a pain in our necks in the future.”
I shared the concern, but thankfully, we had the tech and art of the project firmly in our hands. A planner in name like her wouldn’t be able to cause much of a stir.
“Really? I’m not so sure,” Wallis commented, while glancing at Timothy who stood not too far away, “Sure, FreeMan is top–notch, but that young master has quite the temper. Remember the rumors last year about him giving Director an earful over a poster? And as he came from at powerhouse family like the Temples, none of us could stop him if he decides to up and leave.”
Wallis was giving me another heads–up.
During the chat, I glanced at Timothy who was fooling around with Zora nearby, and felt all
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kinds of anxious.
To be honest, the kid can be hard to read. He seems all Innocent and approachable, but sometimes, he can put you in an awkward spot out of the blue, without breaking a sweat.
Talented and unique as he is, he’s like a double–edged sword.
As I pondered, Timothy seemed to sense my gaze and looked our way in perfect sync.
His eyes, velled with a misty layer, shone with an amazing luster under the lights.
Paired with his delicate, fair face, he was definitely an eye–catcher.
When our eyes met, his charming face suddenly broke into a smile; he winked and raised his eyebrows in a one–stop–shop gesture, reminiscent of some idol.
Out of the blue, my heart skipped a beat, and I felt a little overwhelmed.
All of a sudden, I wasn’t sure whether insisting on bringing Timothy into the team was the right call or not.
