NovelEnglishChapter 1211: The assistant fumbled for an excuse, ended the call, and wracked his brain for a diplomatic way to refuse Laney's request.
Just then, Kira returned from the restroom and caught the assistant's troubled expression. "What's wrong? Is there something at the company?" The event, hosted by Juliet, had brought Kira along as a learning opportunity.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe assistant's face brightened at the sight of Kira—his unexpected salvation. “Miss Foster, could you please tell Mr. Hopkins that Miss Collins wants to see him? If he's willing, he can call her back." The assistant passed Kira the phone.
"Why is Laney being such a nuisance?" Kira rolled her eyes. "Cliff's in the middle of business." The assistant held his tongue, noting the irony of Kira calling Laney a nuisance when she was no better.
Kira was riding high today. Emboldened by the support of her sister and soon-to-be brother-in-law, she felt brave enough to challenge Laney directly. She asked, “What's her reason for coming?" When the assistant mentioned the hangover remedy, Kira's lips curled into a smirk. "If she wants to play errand girl, let her. Give her the address." Step into fiction with galnovs.☐☐ Kira snorted. Laney didn't believe Cliff and Juliet were dating, did she? Tonight, Kira would ensure Laney got a front-row seat to the truth.
The exclusive venue where Cliff was dining required proper credentials for entry.
Despite Laney proving her connection to Cliff, the staff remained firm-she would need Cliff himself to escort her inside.
Laney, ever considerate, chose to wait quietly in the reception area, rather than interrupt his meeting.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe dinner's complexity kept Cliff engaged far longer than expected. When he finally emerged, Juliet and Kira flanked his sides.
Kira scanned the reception area for Laney but found no signs of her. “What a shame,” she whispered with barely concealed satisfaction. "She missed quite the performance." The wine had left Juliet in a pleasant haze, making Kira's words float past her. "What was that, Kira?" "Nothing, Juliet.” Kira sighed, disappointed her schhad fallen flat. Juliet massaged her temples before turning to Cliff with concern in her eyes. "How are you holding up? You took quite a few drinks on my behalf tonight."
Despite his poor tolerance for alcohol, Cliff's athletic constitution kept him steady though a dull throb had settled behind his eyes. "I'm fine," he responded with arctic politeness.
Juliet recognized that his drinks had been mere social courtesy, yet she couldn't help feeling touched. She drifted closer to him. "After tonight's success, the tunnel situation should resolve itself. The construction can begin when the timing's right."
The evening's true purpose had been to secure a high-ranking officials assistance with certain delicate matters.
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