Chapter 8
If it got delayed again, who knew what kind of barb Rodrick would hurl at her this time?
She checked the thermometer. Her temperature was 38.5 Celsius, and she could live with that.
She could’ve taken fever reducers, but Phillip loved having wine while talking about business.
Bracing herself, she tossed the fever reducers back to the drawer, grabbed the documents, and left the company with- out looking back.
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Phillip arrived right after Britney ordered food and drinks.
He beamed at the sight of his favorite dishes and wine on the table. “Ms. Harrington, how about being my secretary? You can name your price.”
“I’m flattered, Mr. Ruiz, but my contract with Royarch Capital hasn’t expired yet, so I’m afraid I’ll have to say no.”
It was her usual excuse.
Given her excellent abilities, many in the industry wanted to poach her.
Once, a client drank too much and poached her right in front of Rodrick.
Though he said nothing at dinner, that night, he made sure she didn’t get a wink of sleep until dawn.
Eventually, she had to propose signing a long–term contract with Royarch Capital. Only then did he reluctantly let her off.
Hearing Britney’s words, Phillip said with both regret and envy, “Mr. Livingston is so lucky to have you, Ms. Har- rington. No wonder Royarch Capital is thriving.‘
“You’re flattering me, Mr. Ruiz. Compared to Mr. Livingston, I admire you more. After all, you built your empire from scratch,” Britney said with a smile.
Though Phillip knew it was just dinner talk, he still grinned, genuinely pleased.
“Ms. Harrington, it’s always a pleasure doing business with you. Here’s a toast to you.”
She said, “Mr. Ruiz, please don’t strain yourself. Allow me to drink this one for your health.”
Phillip preferred working with straightforward people, so he greatly appreciated her style.
After she downed the wine in one go, he said earnestly, “You don’t have to push yourself too hard. You’ve already earned my trust, and I’ll sign the contract with no one but you.”
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“Thank you, Mr. Ruiz.” She poured him a glass.
Noticing her pale face, he asked with concern, “Ms. Harrington, are you feeling unwell? You look terrible.”
“I’m fine.”
“How about I ask my driver to take you to the hospital?”
Just as Britney wanted to shake her head, someone knocked on the private room door.
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Then a waiter pushed open the door and entered. “Mr. Ruiz, this is from Mr. Livingston. He knows you’re dining here and wants to say hi.”
Phillip’s gaze fell upon the wine in the waiter’s hand.
It was Romanee–Conti, the liquid gold.
He couldn’t help but feel puzzled. Since Rodrick was here, too, why wasn’t he with Britney!
Before he could ask, Rodrick walked into the private room with Bianca.
“Mr. Ruiz, I hope the wine is to your liking,” Rodrick greeted Phillip, not even glancing at Britney.
Rodrick was dressed in a crisp white shirt. It fit him perfectly, accentuating his lean figure and noble demeanor.
And his jacket … was draped over Bianca’s shoulders.
They seemed like a loving couple to everyone.
The ironic part was that Britney had chosen the jacket for him.
“Mr. Livingston, it’s such a nice gift. Of course, I love it. This is…”
Phillin‘ fell on Bianca as he instinctively speculated about her relationship with Rodrick.
ne possibility, given that she had his jacket on her.
nstinctively looked at Britney.
pretty calm but a lot paler.
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