A Love Rekindled (Nancy and Bruce)

"Oh," Cindy responded with a chuckle, "I don't think Professor Irvin sees it that way." Her tone was playful and delicate, seemingly innocent.

Bruce cut into our conversation, "The concert is about to start."

Cindy giggled and waved at me. "Well, Nance, we're off then."

After they left, I immediately opened the Nicox University forum. The pinned post caught my eye instantly - "Breaking News: Nicox's Most Handsome Professor, Douglas Irvin, Is Taken!"

And there was a photo of Douglas and I eating at the cafeteria. I had to admit, the person who took the photo had quite the eye for capturing moments. The smiles, the forehead flick-even I thought it looked like there was something going on between us in the picture.

There were all kinds of comments below the post.

"Oh my, are these the wit and beauty? She's so pretty!"

"Yes, how can someone be both sweet and aloof? The last time I saw a beauty like that was Scarlett Johansson!"

"We wholeheartedly approve of Professor Irvin's choice!"

The more I read, the more absurd it seemed. But one comment caught my eye. "Isn't that Nancy Fisher, who was all over that finance genius back in the day?"

The comment was new and had only received a handful of likes.

After thinking it over, I decided to hack into the forum and delete the gossip post.

It didn't matter if they misunderstood me, but I couldn't let Douglas' reputation be ruined because of me.

It was late when I finished up.

As I stepped out of the elevator, I saw a slim figure standing by the window, holding a half-lit cigarette.

The branches outside swayed, and the man's face was hidden in the backlight, shrouded in darkness. But I recognized the familiar silhouette-it was Bruce.

I was a bit surprised. Wasn't he supposed to be at the concert? Why was he here outside the office?

I pretended not to notice and walked past him. But when I was just two meters away, I heard him ask, "All this for a project?"

I stopped and looked at him, feeling a bit confused.

Our eyes met, and he spoke in a mocking tone, "Or is it that you programmers always have a backup plan?"

Backup? I was even more puzzled. I decided to ask directly, "Mr. Harold, if you have something to say, just say it."

Bruce slowly exhaled a smoke ring,

his eyes sharp as he responded,

"Richard Fowler only spoke to you two as a favor to Douglas Irvin. Surely, you don't believe that

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someone of his status

of his status would

genuinely be interested in your

project, right?"

My heart sank when I realized what Bruce was implying. It seemed that he had guessed why Caroline and I approached Richard.

And in Bruce's eyes, the only reason I was close to Douglas was to use him to get more funding.

"Mr. Harold, I don't think this violates our agreement with your company, does it?" I said calmly. "Nonetheless, thank you for your kind words."

Using all means to climb up and charm others could be seen as a sort of compliment in some ways.

But my gratitude didn't seem to

please Bruce. He looked at me

quietly and raised an eyebrow. "Don't

waste your thoughts on useless

matters. Roeval Group will treat you

well."

I almost laughed. So Bruce came to our company building late at night just to lecture me?

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I met his cold gaze and countered, "Mr. Harold, you said Mr. Fowler isn't interested in our project. Then let me ask, what made you interested in it in the first place?" fo FindNovel.net

Bruce was stunned and momentarily speechless.

I smirked and concluded, "Is it because you have feelings for Ms. Lane and your judgment was clouded?"

At that, his face stiffened, his pupils contracted slightly. He asked, "So, are you trying to imitate her?"

I was suddenly at a loss for words, but somehow found the nerve to retort, "What does this have to do with you?"

Bruce didn't say a word for a long time. His imposing presence made it hard for me to breathe.

Just as I was feeling cornered, he finally spoke in a mocking tone, "Nancy Fisher, you really are something."