All Her Secrets

At the Facers, Catherine once again met the once-dominant Conor.

Conor, who had just celebrated his birthday, was in high spirits as he sat in the garden pavilion leisurely drinking coffee.

When he heard footsteps coming, he did not turn around. He said majestically, “Miss Swann, hi! Please have a seat!” Troy accompanied Catherine all the way. Hearing Conor's command, he took the initiative to help Catherine pull out the chair and asked Catherine to take a seat.

Catherine bent down and sat down. She acted very naturally. Conor poured out the coffee he had brewed in his hand and made a new one for Catherine.

“Miss Swann, I'm curious if you know how to make coffee. Drip coffee needs to be brewed for a longer period of tso that it can have a purer flavor. There's no rush!” If one was familiar with Conor, one would definitely know that there was something in his words.

Catherine naturally knew what he meant. But she did not have to pay attention to him.

So, Conor was saying what he wanted to say, while Catherine played her own game. They did not interfere with each other.

Seeing her in this natural and unpretentious look, Conor laughed out loud. “Haha, your grandfather and | knew each other in our youth as well. You really do have a bit of his early style.

“Here, have scoffee!” After slightly curling her fingers and tapping on the tabletop, Catherine lifted her coffee cup and took a sip. After putting down the coffee cup, she slowly spoke up.

“Is that so? My grandpa never said | looked like him. He said | was an anomaly in the Swanns.” Hearing this, Conor burst out laughing.

Troy had been waiting on the side. He had no idea what Conor was thinking about.

The company’s affairs were urgent. He wondered how Conor was still in the mood to chat with Catherine so leisurely.

When Conor did not speak, Catherine did not continue the conversation and just spent ton her cell phone.

long sigh after he sized up Catherine enough. He said in

his son is ordinary, his granddaughter is amazing!” Among the next generation of these people who were on par back then, few could

for Conor. His two sons were quite

as lucky as Vicente and Karl, whose sons were not competitive, but their grandchildren were top-

was quiet and did not say anything as she waited for Conor to continue. Conor took

expression was calm and his gaze at Catherine

Conor said

got

legs. Straightening herself slightly, she looked up

something to me, forcingto accept

granddaughter Jada who was too stupid to send the company’s interests to Catherine's hands, and it would make Catherine appear stupid if she did

wanted to propose her conditions without hesitation. After all, she did not need to be soft

and as she raised her eyebrows. A strange smile appeared in her eyes. “There's no rush. I'm curious if you have the final say in Grelin Group's project in Casier.” “We'll give it

Grelin Group, the losses this

the third condition. You can take a look!” Catherine placed her phone on the desktop, and

Conor's eyes widened instantly. Then he suddenly

don’t underestimate young people. I'm thin but | have a greedy stomach.” Conor had a calm face and his eyes narrowed slightly. There

forget. You're in my

in here is easy, but going out can be difficult!” “Phew...” Catherine let out

“Mr. Facer, you can give it a try!”

up the phone on the table and shook it

front of Conor and leaned

he finished speaking, there was