Next One Is a Babe

Yulia mostly talked about work with Ian. Cindy knew that, of course, so even if she was furious inside, she couldn’t find a good reason to get mad at Yulia.

Yulia never talked about anything other than proper matters, so Cindy felt that she was being too sensitive and doubtful. Ian replied, “I’m not too sure about that, but my mother is probably coming with me, so she might not have the time. I’ll have to ask her about it.”

Yulia smiled. “I’m calling you because I don’t have her number; I would’ve asked her myself otherwise. Why don’t you ask her and give me a reply as soon as possible? I’ll see what my friend thinks about that.”

Yulia’s friend was definitely a high-ranking person too. She was the sort of person who was friends with the bigshots, so the resources on her hands would definitely be top quality as well.

Cindy was also a little hesitant. If they refused the resources from Yulia, Aurora might have to sidetrack a little more.

Sometimes, with enough resources, one could rise to popularity or clear their name overnight. Yulia didn’t say too much over the phone, and she hung up after relaying the important matters.

Ian stared at the disconnected call on his phone, then looked up at Cindy. “I’ll find some time to discuss with Mom. If worse comes to worst, I’ll have Mom visit Yulia herself tomorrow.”

Because Yulia was being sensible and serious over the phone, Cindy subconsciously felt that she didn’t have to get so worked up over Yulia.

Perhaps Yulia did have feelings for Ian, but since they were talking business, Cindy felt that she should still let Yulia say her piece. Cindy suppressed the upset feeling inside her as she said, “I’ll be fine with it as long as you two aren’t involved in any other way. I won’t mind if you join them tomorrow.”

Ian smiled. “Don’t worry. There won’t be anything else between me and her. I’m out of her league for sure.”

Hearing that, Cindy couldn’t help but laugh. “She’s still below your standards with that position and those looks? I think I’m in danger now.”

Ian leaned in and reached over the table to touch Cindy’s face. “You’re way better than her, exactly the way I like my woman.”

Cindy looked up at Ian. “How so? I always feel inferior when I see her.”

“Why would you feel inferior?” Ian asked, not understanding. “She can’t even compare to you in my eyes, except for putting up a front.”

Cindy let out a laugh. “Come on! Maybe she really wasn’t putting up a front. Maybe she’s just too used to it.”

Ian shook his head. “I’ve met many bigshots, and, well, how do I put this? A true person with power would be quite amicable because they stopped caring about the differences in status. Only vain people would wear their statuses like a billboard. Those people would show off how superior they are compared to everyone else. I think it’s a really pathetic thing to do.”