Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 282

Well, since Neil had put it that way, there was no room for negotiation

We were talking big shots from Rosemont Making a fool of yourself in front of them? Heavy consequences.

Gloria’s face turned ugly, all her usual grace and dignity was gone She was looking at Bonnie, her eyes full of disappointment.

The host whispered to Bonnie, “Ms Tueley, please return to your seat.”

“Okay. “Bonnie responded with a downcast head, placed her speech on the podium, and quickly exited the stage.

I picked up her discarded speech, gave it a once-over, and tossed it into the nearby trash. Then, I continued where Bonnie had left off.

I was pretty pleased with Bonnie’s performance. It got my gears turning: my delivery was light but powerful.

About ten minutes later, my talk was over The room burst into applause.

I knew I did good that day

Bonnie, on the other hand, was a mess. From the moment she returned to her seat to the end of the summit, she had kept her head down, staring at the table. Her mind clearly elsewhere.

“Ms. Finch, hold up.” Everyone else had left, but Gloria stopped me. She brought Bonnie over. This was Bonnie’s fault today. She shouldn’t have taken your speech.”

Bonnie glanced at me, but I didn’t see any regret in her eyes.

I simply gave a cold laugh without saying a word and left.

On the way back, I had someone look into the mysterious phone number to see who called me. It might have given the cops a lead.

I could do then was to wait for the investigation to bear

help but think of the ring Neil tossed. It had been a few days: I wondered if anyone found it.

the ring. If I was not mistaken, it should have

a thin layer of white, making

from behind me. I

in his suit from the meeting, but then hed gotten a black coat on top, adding a touch of elegance to his cold demeanor.

and black clothes, Neil’s skin had a soft glow. He

said, “Nothing. I heard a puppy whining. I was afraid it might freeze to death, so I

Neil rolled his eyes at

you looking for the engagement ring

to him was exhausting. He made

better at acting, so I just brushed off my hands and said, “Am I crazy? Do I need

cold hands. He took off his

inside, still warm from his hands, and suddenly

and led me

short, and

five in the afternoon, the sky had

me along the damp path, his tall frame and long strides keeping him ahead. I

again. Small

Whitmore, Ms. Finch, you’re back! The moment we entered the mansion, the housekeeper greeted us. “Would you like

I took off the gloves and placed them

was really busy. The fact that

so quietly drank my milk.

put down his phone and told me. He seemed to be genuinely complimenting me.

so too” I responded casually,

to answer the door. I’m going to take a

bit puzzled A gift?

on the door, bringing a big box. The person left the box at the door