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Chapter 696
There was a brief silence on the other end before Damon’s voice came through, sounding a bit heavy. Since Buddy agrees, I have no objections.”
With that, he hung up.
In the study, Damon set down his phone, his expression darkening.
He was supposed to be taking Mason to the zoo with Nyla as a family of three, and he didn’t understand why Oliver had to tag along.
Frowning in thought for a moment, he called Spencer.
“Is the Raynor Group too idle lately? Find something for Oliver to do. Ideally, he should be back in Capitarnia these days and too busy to be in Saintornia,” he instructed.
Spencer was taken aback. “Mr. Sumner, did Mr. Raynor offend you?”
“Just do as I say! Why are you talking so much?” Damon snapped.
Spencer replied, “Alright, I understand.”
After hearing the busy tone, Spencer set down his phone and looked at Luca, who was standing in front of
him.
He instructed, “Take this document to the Sumner Group and give it to Mr. Brandon.”
Luca happily took the document. “Got it! I’ll make sure it’s done.”
Since Spencer returned, Damon had stopped assigning tasks to Luca, which Luca found to be a blessing. He no longer had to receive late–night calls from Damon.
Although Damon paid generously, it was still nice not to have to answer the phone at midnight.
Brandon was reviewing documents in the CEO’s office of the Sumner Group when there was a knock on
the door.
His secretary entered, holding a file. “Mr. Sumner, this document was sent over by Mr. Fleming from Prospectus Technology.”
Upon hearing that, Brandon immediately set down his papers. “Give it to me.”
He opened the document and read through it for a while before looking at the secretary.
“Schedule a meeting with Mr. Wilkinson from Skywright at noon at Opulent Oasis to discuss our recent collaboration,” he said.
“Okay, I’ll do that right away,” his secretary replied.
After the secretary left, Brandon finished reading the document that Luca had brought him and established an estimated baseline for the negotiations later.
Before long, noon arrived.
As Brandon stepped into Opulent Oases, he noticed a woman sitting by the window.
Valarie was dressed elegantly in a form–fitting dress, wearing a long, straight wig and light makeup. She appeared very demure.
At that moment, she was sipping coffee, her lowered eyes betraying a clear impatience.
The man opposite her seemed completely oblivious to her mood, talking nonstop.
“Ms. Weir, I’m not saying this to be rude, but your outfit and that bag you’re holding must be worth hundreds of thousands. As a woman, it’s better to be a little thrifty. Although my family isn’t short on money, once we marry, you shouldn’t spend it all on such things.”
Valarie smiled, but internally, she was cursing him out.
This loser of a man had the nerve to lecture her while dressed in equally pricey clothing. It was acceptable for him to spend money, but if a woman did it, it was a waste?
She set down her coffee and tapped her fingers on the table.
Mr. Comstock, has your family business run into any difficulties lately?” she asked.
Benjamin Comstock paused, frowning as he asked, “No, why do you ask?”
“Then why are you monitoring what your date wears? I assumed the Comstocks were struggling,” Valarie mocked.
“Ms. Weir, to be honest, you are very beautiful, but a woman shouldn’t rely solely on looks,” Benjamin ‘Temarked.
Valarie huffed. “How do you know that’s all I have?”
They had barely met, and he was already trying to dictate her choices. She thought he lacked emotional intelligence and was kind of unattractive, too.
Benjamin remarked with a frown, “Ms. Weir, I don’t like overly aggressive women.” Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.