Chapter 398 Laying The Ground
“I’ve never had romantic feelings for her,” said Jeremiah with a sigh.
“If Angela hadn’t forced me and had offered help out of kindness, I would have been indebted to her. But she made love a condition, forced me into a relationship, and tried to control my life. That, I didn’t appreciate. Even if she really did save me back then, it was nothing more than a transaction to me. She provided the drug, and I provided the manpower. It was as simple as that. In any case, I never considered Angela to be a good person. That Epean professor is no saint, so how could his student be any better? After Angela and I broke up, she came back here to practice medicine. Later on, she was involved in a serious medical incident, involving the loss of life. To put it bluntly, her entire family’s lives were at stake. It was I who saved them. So, I don’t owe her anything.”
Recalling how Casimir introduced Angela, Raylee remembered him mentioning that she had been involved in a medical incident.
It seemed the medical mishap was serious, otherwise, she wouldn’t have been forced to flee the country, unable to return.
After Jeremiah cleared the air, Raylee no longer suspected that something was going on between Jeremiah and Angela.
She cheerfully unlocked her phone, scanning the chat record where Jeremiah had impersonated her in the conversation with
Casimir.
She couldn’t help but laugh. “I didn’t expect this. You’re quite the charmer! How could a grown man like you actually say, ‘Caz, I want to marry you?”
Jeremiah said helplessly, “You silly gal, out of everything said, you only noticed that line? Don’t you realize that I was pranking your ex–boyfriend for you?”
“I did. You tricked him into collaborating on a project by playing the role of a rich fool, Raylee said with a laugh. “So, how do you plan on making him suffer?”
“I won’t tell you just yet, just get ready to enjoy the show,” said Jeremiah, his words laden with hidden implications
Raylee gave him a peculiar look, silently mourning for Casimir in her heart.
Now that Jeremiah, the Grim Reaper himself, is onto you, you’re done for, Caz!
She read the last message, it was from Casimir: By the way, Ray–Ray, what’s Mr. Foucault’s favorite food? Does he prefer Epean or Corvainan cuisine? Or perhaps he’s fond of dishes from his hometown? I’ll have the restaurant prepare it. If they can’t, I’ll hire a professional chef.
After some thought, Raylee responded: Mr. Foucault had a fondness for garlic, be it eggs with garlic, garlic ravioli, garlic grilled pork…. Basically, you should prepare anything with garlic in it. He loves garlic as much as his own life.
How could anyone like garlic? I absolutely detest them.”
Raylee: “Everyone has their own tastes, Just make sure you’re prepared.)
Upon reading the content of the chat and seeing the sly grin on Raylee’s face, Jeremiah immediately understood her
intentions.
“Ray–Ray, you’ll accompany me tomorrow to discuss the project with him.”
“Don’t worry, even if you told me not to, I’d still follow you!”
Meanwhile, Casimir was working overtime at the office, grinning foolishly at his phone.
Aher persistently persuading Raylee, I have finally connected with Mr. Foucault. What a groundbreaking moment!
The thought of soon collaborating with a formidable royal family from Central Epea formed in his mind.
He was so excited that he was unable to even describe his feelings.
In fact, he couldn’t help but imagine how the cunning old boxes on the board of directors were to react once he announced that Sutherland Group, under his leadership, was on the verge of partnering with the Malk royal family on a joint venture.
He figured that they would be even more excited than he was.
Chapter 398 Laying The Ground
Once he achieved this remarkable feat, his status would become incomparable to what it was before.
His prestige as a CEO would skyrocket.
When the time comes, he no longer had to act according to the whims of those cunning foxes on the board.
Very quickly, his authority within Sutherland Group would be absolute.
In the
eyes of a man, what mattered most were his career and power.
Casimir was no exception.
The thought of his career soaring like a rocket filled him with vigor and determination.
At that moment, there was a knock on the office door.
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It was Waverly. She walked in carrying a late–night snack. “Caz, I was passing by your office and saw the lights on. Just as I expected, you were working overtime. I’ve packed some mushroom soup and supper for you. You wouldn’t mind me taking the liberty to do so, would you?”
Consumed by his ecstatic mood, Casimir didn’t mind at all.
