NovelEnglishJake spoke again, "After signing the agreement with us, the contract for Bourdamun's new district will be handed over to you for construction, Ms. Chloe." My heart skipped a beat. He finally said it. I pretended to hesitate and said, "So, you mean I'll be signing the contract with Mr. Martin for this project?" Jake burst into laughter. "Martin, see? Ms. Chloe is a smart person." Martin chuckled, too. "I can assure you, Ms. Chloe, that there won't be any obstacles for you in Bourdamun. This collaboration can go smoothly." "So, if I don't sign this contract with Mr. Martin, I'll be stuck?" I smiled comfortably. "Mr. Martin, are you trying to scare me?" Jake grinned meaningfully. "Absolutely not!" I glared at him, silently cursing. He boldly treated this project as if it were theirs and treatedlike a puppet.
This time, I looked at Martin. "Does this mean I'm taking over a second-hand contract?" "You can't put it that way. This is your guarantee in Bourdamun, and..." Martin paused, his face looking like he needed to get something off his chest quickly. "Ms. Chloe, you need to understand that if you want to take on this project, this is the only way." "What about my discussion with Mr. Noah..." I stopped there, waiting for his explanation.
"No matter who you talk to, the result will be the same," Martin stated firmly, leaving no room for doubt.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI silently cursed. He was so arrogant. This was like him outright tellinghe was the ruler of Bourdamun.
"Oh..." I pondered the word for a moment, then looked up at him. "So, how do I ensure my interest in this?" Upon hearingask this question, Martin's face softened slightly.
"Collaboration! That's negotiable!" Martin said calmly, "I want to work closely with you, Ms. Chloe, in the coming days. Profit is not an issue! There are many ways to collaborate; it's up to you." Chad hastily vouched, "Ms. Chloe, you don't understand Bourdamun. This is no empty talk." Before I could continue with my questions, the room's door suddenly swung open loudly.
I turned to look at the entrance.
A tall, stylishly dressed, but visibly dissatisfied woman entered. Shez appeared to be in her twenties. She exuded confidence, and Jeremiah trailed behind her. His eyes darted over to Martin constantly. The woman said coldly as she approached, "I'd like to see who is that cocky." I looked at her without averting my eyes. This must be Nelson's daughter, whom Aidan mentioned.
"Kim, what are you doing here?" Martin asked sharply. However, the nicknrevealed his adoration for Kimberly.
This was indeed Kimberly Terrell.
"Mr. Martin, I-" It seemed like Jeremiah wanted to explain that he had tried to stop her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut it was clear that he couldn't.
Kimberly swaggered over with an air of hostility. The studs on her pants sparkled so brightly that it hurt to look at them. I had to admit that she had impeccably long legs.
Her rebellious demeanor was perfectly matched by her cropped el black jacket adorned with studs. Her ensemble fit perfectly, with smoky makeup complementing her multicolored braids pulled into a high ponytail. She glanced disdainfully at me. "Martin, is it her?" Martin leaned back in his chair, the epitof a good-natured man. "Stop messing around! If you want to eat something, have Jeremiah arrange it." As soon as he said that, a line of servers entered, wheeling in the food cart.
Kimberly paid no attention and reached for the utensils on the table, helping herself to a bite of each dish as if she were a food critic.
I was genuinely speechless. This lack of manners was unparalleled.
"Ms. Chloe, sorry for the interruption! This is my younger sister, spoiled by our father in his old age. Don't mind her!" Martin spoke casually as if he were accustomed to Kimberly's behavior.
Kimberly turned to face me, smacking her lips in apparent disinterest. "I heard you're good at pretending. Just because you're from Foswood, do you think you can show off here?"
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