Chapter 230
“Two men chasing one woman? Have you forgotten about Mr. Moore, who was close to Ms. Lynch before? I heard that Mr. Moore is currently Ms. Lynch’s partner.”
“Oh my God! This is so melodramatic!”
Before the conversation could continue, Jensen rose from the sofa, with Lanny a half–step behind
him.
“Mr. Harrington, it’s just people gossiping. Don’t mind them,” Lanny said.
Jensen remained silent.
His eyes were gloomy, and his expression was icy.
Subsequently, they walked toward the elevator, one after the other.
“Gilda, there’s significant room for expansion in the Llandre market. Moreover, I’m planning to concentrate my efforts there in the next three years,” Dillan said.
“Your idea is good. If the Llandre market can be tapped, the profits would undoubtedly be substantial,” Gilda said.
“Gilda, trust me with this. I won’t disappoint you. Crude oil is the primary focus of our future development,” he said.
While Dillan and Gilda spoke, they exited the elevator,
Their conversation was abruptly interrupted by a sudden voice. “Ms. Lynch is back!”
Dillan’s words came to an abrupt halt.
Gilda followed the sound and directed her gaze at the man not far away.
She smiled and walked over.
She gently bit her lip and inquired, “Steven, what brings you
here?”
“I heard you went through a life–and–death experience, almost losing your life. Out of concern, I came to check on you. Ms. Lynch, are you okay?” he said.
Without a doubt, Steven came with ill intentions.
Gilda replied with a wry smile, “Thank you for your concern, Steven. I’m doing well, nothing
serious.”
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Steven smiled and nodded, adopting an elder’s demeanor.
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“That’s good to hear. Your successful management of the fashion show has contributed significantly to the company’s achievements. It’s truly commendable!” he said.
“However, the financial report for the first quarter is out, and your promised thirty percent. performance is still a long way off! Ms. Lynch, you must keep up the good work!”
Gilda raised her gaze, meeting his without a hint of fear. “It’s only been a quarter. What’s the rush,
Steven?
“Our deadline is a year. Before the final day, it’s anyone’s game, right?”
“You are right! I was merely offering a friendly reminder,” he said.
Steven smiled arrogantly and was about to leave.
But Gilda stopped him, “Steven, when did you develop an interest in fashion design?”
Gilda’s remark made Steven’s smile instantly freeze.
Internally panicked, yet he managed to maintain a composed facade.
“I have a general interest in all company businesses. Fashion is merely one segment,” he said.
Gilda’s gaze darkened.
Clearly, she was dissatisfied with the answer.
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She reviewed the surveillance footage of the fashion show and coincidentally saw Steven on–site.
She never bought it.
Such a coincidence couldn’t exist in this world.
“You are certainly dedicated,” she said.
There was a hint of mockery in her words, yet Steven pretended not to catch it.
“Naturally, it’s been my honor to serve the company,” he said.
Steven walked off after his response, but his departure seemed somewhat hasty, almost like fleeing.
The moment the elevator doors opened.
Steven hurried in but accidentally bumped into Jensen, who was just coming out.
“Mr. Harrington?” He was surprised.
