A Love Rekindled (Nancy and Bruce)

I managed to come up with a decent excuse for myself.

Then, after we hung up, I looked at my hands.

They were trembling.

My heart felt heavy too, as if it was being weighed down by something.

I thought about the conversation I just had with Nikolai.

It sounded as if Bruce had already made all the arrangements.

And from my understanding of Bruce, he was a perfectionist in his planning. He might plan something in advance, but he would never delay anything.

Perhaps he had already planned everything out a day ago.

But he didn't say anything about it, and Cindy didn't mention anything either.

Hence, there was only one possibility-they didn't want me to be involved.

At that thought, disappointment washed over me.

But I forced myself to cheer up for the sake of the project's future.

To me, that was my right. I certainly could not give it up to someone else.

So, I drove toward Roeval Group.

Bruce didn't seem too surprised to find out that I had come by. He spoke coldly over the phone and asked, "What brings you here, Ms. Fisher? Is there anything important?"

I could hear the apprehension in his voice. Then, in a patient tone, I suggested, "Let's talk face-to-face. I'm already on the ground floor of Roeval."

Ten minutes later, a receptionist escorted me to the president's office.

I pushed the door open and entered.

Bruce was sitting at his office desk, approving some documents.

He was wearing a pair of silver-framed glasses, looking serious and focused.

Upon sensing that someone had entered his office, he said without looking up, "Postpone the board meeting to next Monday. I have other plans for tomorrow." I was taken aback.

I felt a lump in my throat, and all of a sudden, I was unable to speak.

If I wasn't mistaken, his plan for tomorrow would be to accompany Cindy to meet Camille.

I couldn't believe that he was rescheduling the board meeting because of this. He was postponing a meeting with the board of directors!

But then again, as the president, his status and power was not like a normal person's.

Meanwhile, I remained standing at the same spot and didn't respond.

At last, Bruce realized that something was amiss. So, he gently pushed up his glasses and looked up slightly.

He looked toward me, and our eyes met.

I could sense a hint of impatience in his eyes as he remarked, "That was fast."

I clenched my fists and went straight to the point. "Do you have some time, Mr. Harold? There's something that I wish to discuss with you."

Bruce was still going through his documents. "What is it?" he asked.

"Mr. Nikolai told me that you'd already made arrangements to meet with Camille," I explained.

Upon saying this, I realized that I sounded quite casual.

"But I haven't heard any news about it," I continued.

Right after that, Bruce stopped what he was doing.

He peered at me, and after

for a few seconds, he said,

"Everything has already been

I

arranged accordingly. So, don't

have to trouble you, Ms. Fisher."

"Trouble me?" I repeated his words in a shaky voice. "Does that mean that you and Ms. Lane are the only people who will be meeting with Camille?"

"That's right," Bruce answered immediately, not a single sign of hesitation in his response.

He had just confirmed my speculation.

I wasn't satisfied, so I stared at him, "But, why? I'm the person in charge of for

Sect. There's no r to leave me out of the eason."

Upon hearing that, Bruce furrowed his brows slightly.

A few seconds later, he responded "Roeval Group was the one that

fought for this opportunity. Do need hand this

to consult you on who to need

opportunity to, Ms. Fisher?"