How could Hayley Cole know that the "pitiful" man she thought she needed to save had a completely different expression once she left? His face no longer showed fragility or disbelief.

James Reed picked up his chopsticks, selected a piece of food to eat, his face full of enjoyment and a smile.

He didn’t need to do anything now; all he had to do was wait for Hayley Cole to exert her efforts behind the scenes for him.

Hayley Cole possessed such great resources; wouldn’t it be a waste not to use them?

Especially for a rebellious girl like Hayley Cole, once she’s committed to something, she would undoubtedly stick to it stubbornly.

If pursued by her, she might give him everything she could offer.

Hmm, when the time is right, he can then be "moved" by her sincerity, accomplishing a memorable tale.

In this way, he wouldn’t be a heartbreaker, still longing for Ophelia Wilson, but merely overwhelmed by Hayley Cole’s genuine intentions.

No matter when, James Reed would always think of his perfect disguise, convincing himself he was the most innocent one.

During this period, any ambitious company is eager to give it a try; if they succeed in winning the bid, it would be like gaining an invisible certification.

Everyone is fully prepared and motivated while Charles Seymour, in the breaks from work, glances at his phone where nothing appears, no messages or missed calls.

Sophie hasn’t contacted him for a while; she used to send a text to chat, but now... there’s an inexplicable feeling that his wife has been taken away by work.

Why did he ever teach Sophie how to prepare the tender documents?

Jim Perry, holding the files, hesitated at the door, silently considering retreat.

The atmosphere inside was tense, cold wind blowing; what’s going on?

Who has angered their boss now?

Charles Seymour looked up, his icy gaze sweeping over, forcing Jim Perry to brace himself and walk inside as though nothing was wrong.

Backtracking halfway would certainly be asking for trouble.

Jim Perry wasn’t that foolish.

Braving the chilling cold, moving forward bravely, Jim Perry felt like a true hero!

Absolutely great.

As he was nearing Charles Seymour’s desk, Charles’s phone chimed. Upon looking at it, Jim Perry instantly felt as if he stepped from the depths of winter into blazing summer heat—the scorching sun, waves of heat... If it weren’t for his strong self-control, he’d definitely turn and run immediately. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

What’s wrong with their boss?

Switching emotions back and forth, was he demonstrating how agile his emotional control switch was?

"Boss, please sign, and there’s a small issue with this document..." Jim Perry quickly stated, while his curious gaze quickly swept over his boss’s phone screen, glimpsing the latter part of the text: "...praising me, kisses, sweetheart."

Haha... So the remote control for their boss’s mood was in the hands of the boss’s wife, and it’s even operated remotely.

Jim Perry withdrew his gaze, taking advantage of his boss’s good mood to quickly discuss everything.

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"We will continue refining the subsequent matters," Sophie Wilson concluded. "If there are any issues, let’s communicate anytime."

"Okay." Edward Palmer nodded with a smile. "President Wilson has been working hard lately."

"It’s alright," Sophie Wilson waved dismissively. "For the company’s sake..."

"Sophie is incredibly dedicated; look at those dark circles under your eyes." Lucy Wells sighed lightly.

"That doesn’t matter," Sophie Wilson said with a hint of excitement, "As long as this deal goes through, I can relax without work for a while."