I Am the Sweetheart of Mr. CEO-Chapter 721 - 718: Indivisible, Unbreakable (2)

"Yes."

Tommy Taylor responded and hung up.

「Restaurant.」

Vera Wave was biting into a roast duck roll.

Across from her, Isla Hawskin frowned at the way she was eating.

"Can you say something? Why... why is this happening?"

Wiping the corner of her mouth with a napkin, Vera picked up another pancake and continued to wrap a second piece of duck meat.

"It’s not..." Isla ran a hand through her hair. "Vera, are you trying to drive me crazy?"

"No particular reason. If we don’t want to be together, then we break up," Vera said nonchalantly.

"Stop messing with me." Isla stood up, pulling her chair closer to Vera’s side. "Did he cheat on you?"

"No."

"Then..." Isla considered for a moment. "Did his family mistreat you?"

"No."

"Then I just don’t get it! You could be living comfortably as a young socialite, so why are you acting so crazy?!"

Vera didn’t say anything and continued eating her roast duck.

"Then..." Isla moved closer again. "What about the baby?"

"I’ll give birth."

"And after you give birth?"

"I’ll raise it!"

"You..." Isla leaned back against the chair helplessly. "You’re insane. Do you know how hard it is for a single woman to raise a child? Giving birth costs money, raising a child costs money... Let’s not even talk about other things, just baby formula. Do you know how much a can of imported formula costs these days?!"

Vera swallowed the meat in her mouth. "Then I’ll have to find a way to earn money."

"That’s not the point..." Isla frowned, her face a mask of exasperation. Without fully raising her hand, she poked Vera’s forehead. "What on earth is going on in that head of yours? My friends and I try every single day to find a rich heir, and we can’t even get close! Then there’s you. You get the opportunity for a life of luxury, served to you on a silver platter, and you refuse it! You don’t want the big villa; you’d rather stay in this dumpy hotel."

Vera looked up. "Now that you mention it, if you hear of a suitable place, remember to let me know."

Isla dramatically slumped onto the table. "I’m really at my wit’s end with you, Vera."

On the table, Vera’s phone rang.

Looking at the caller ID – Bailey Hansen – Vera ignored it and just took a large bite of the roast duck in her hand.

The phone rang for a long time, then finally stopped.

A short while later, the phone rang again. This time, the caller ID showed Kate Palmer.

Vera hesitated for a moment before answering.

"If you’re also calling to persuade me, then don’t bother."

"I’m not calling to persuade you," Kate’s tone was fairly calm. "I’m calling about a business matter. You previously signed a two-year endorsement contract with the company. Our new project is about to launch, and we need you for a promotional photoshoot."

Vera hesitated, remaining silent.

"You know about this project, and... the contract clearly states your obligation. Are you... planning to breach it?"

Vera inhaled lightly. "Director Palmer, given my current situation, do you still think I’m suitable to be the company’s spokesperson?"

"I can’t say for sure. However, I am absolutely certain about one thing: if you don’t come, the company’s project will be significantly impacted."

Vera pursed her lips.

"When is the shoot?"

"Tomorrow afternoon."

"Okay, I’ll be there."

After hanging up, Vera stuffed the duck meat she was holding into her mouth all at once.

Isla sighed. "There’s a one-bedroom apartment upstairs from me, $1600 a month. It’s pretty decent. If you’re interested, I can ask about it for you?"

"No need to ask, I’ll take it," Vera said, wiping her fingers. "Ask her now. I’ll move in tomorrow morning."