Steal my heart by Savannah Kade

Chapter 305 | Don’t Want the Gratitude Verbally

The meeting lasted for nearly an hour.

All along, Cayne stayed at the corner of the bar, drinking and chatting with the Secretary-General.

It was not until Grace walked out of the door that the man elegantly put down the cup in his hand and stood up.

"Let's go. We've been in the plane and haven't rested. Are you tired? Lettake you back to your room."

"Cayne, wait a moment. Long tno see. Don't you want to have a drink with me?"

Miffel leaned against the door and looked at him with a smile.

When Grace heard this, she becrelaxed. "In that case, | won't disturb you."

Her reaction was keenly captured by Cayne. The light in his deep pupils dimmed slightly. He was smart, so he

knew what to do next. And he didn't insist on sending Grace away.

"Alright," the man tilted his head and said to Miffel, who was leaning against the door. "It's just that it's late at

night. A gentleman shouldn't let a woman leave alone." As he said that, he glanced at the secretary- general and

hinted, "Do you want your secretary-general to make another trip?"

Miffel was very tactful and said to the secretary-general, "Take this lady back to her room and make sure her

safety."

"Yes, sir."

After he left, there were only two outstanding men in the large reception room.

"Is that her? You owea favor to letfly here?"

"Is she important?" Miffel walked elegantly to the bar and poured another glass of whiskey. "Another glass?" He

raised his glass at Cayne and signaled.

"| desperately want to get her. And | also want to hide her from others." Whether it was important or not, he

didn't know. "Leon wantedto ask you if that person is alright."

"Leon?"

"Huh. It's been so many years, but he still didn't let it be."

"| used to think that only Asians would be so conflicted."

"But now when | see you, | know that you're finished."

"Are you and Leon so self-righteous?" Cayne chuckled without further explanation.

Miffel had the glass of wine, "She's great."

"I know. She's always been great." Speaking of Grace, Cayne was pride. It was as if his things had been praised.

"Her negotiating skills are amazing. God, who did she learn from?"

"I think the person who taught her such excellent negotiation skills must be very powerful."

"You seldom think so highly of anyone, Miffel. | only warn you once. Stay away from her." Cayne's gaze darkened.

Miffel's lips twitched. "You're really done, Cayne. Well, are you Hunter | know?"

"It has nothing to do with you. You just need to remember that you must stay away from her."

Miffel couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"| just admire her negotiating skills."

"I have met many experts in negotiation at hand abroad."

"In terms of negotiation skills from a technical point of view, she is still immature."

"| say that she is skilled in negotiation because she has skills and sincerity at the stime."

"She said her intentions to work together as well as the shortcomings. But she also said that she was determined

and able to handle every detail even with these shortcomings. I like her sincerity and confidence."

"There were many partners who just reported us good news instead of bad news. Her frankness, confidence,

honesty, analysis are persuasive. And it is easy for people to calm down and listen to her opinions." "Sure

enough, Cayne. Well done, Hunter."

For sreason, the nHunter had once made Cayne feel honored. Today, it sounded worse. For no reason,

he was distracted. He touched his head. Cayne was inexplicably irritated. He picked up the wine in front of him

and drank it abruptly.

"If possible, | just want to be her Hunter." In the midst of his irritation, he didn't think too much about it and

admitted directly. He quickly spoke out of his inexplicable irritation.

He turned around and strode away.

Miffel stared blankly at the figure that had left in a hurry... "Good!"

Did all of them go crazy?

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Even though he knew it was dangerous, he still fell into it happily?

No, no, no, no. He was not going to be like these two people.

Grace's cell phone had been muted when she learned that she was going to meet Miffel, the top in the industry.

When she returned to the guest room, she sat on the bed wrapped in a towel after a shower. The screen on the

bedside table lit up. Only then did she remember that her phone had been muted. She picked it up and hesitated

when she saw Vivian's name.

"Hello?" In the end, she still pressed the answer button.

"Grace, why did you answer the phone? | called so many times that | couldn't contact with you. | almost called

the police."

On the other end of the phone, Vivian hurriedly said while Grace apologized hurriedly, "Don't be angry. | just had

something important."

"What is the important thing? You don't even have tto make a phone call." Grace understood her. Vivian

looked smart and capable, but in fact, she was scary when she got angry. Grace knew that she was in the wrong

and hurriedly mentioned Miffel.

"Miffel. | met Miffel."

On the other side of the phone, there was instantly silence. One second, two seconds, three seconds... Grace

counted silently.

"Miffel? Miffel of the Domen Group?"

Screaming excitedly cfrom the microphone. Grace immediately moved her phone far away from her ear. "Be

quiet. I'm going to be deaf."

"Don't worry about that. Tell me, you mean the Miffel from the Domen Group in France?"

"You meet Miffel?

Is he handsome?

Did you guys talk?

What did he say?

Does he know the James Group?

Did you guys talk about the cooperation?

Did he agree?"

Vivian had just finished asking a question and Grace was about to answer. But she was stopped by a series of

questions on the phone.

She had no choice but to stop.

"As for the cooperation, | want to try. Vivian, Miffel seems to be very interested in my proposal. As for the project

we discussed privately, | think you might have to work overttonight to sort out the information and send it to

my email."

"I must seize the tto cup with a plan."

"Right, right, right! Strike while the iron is hot! President James, don't worry. I'll sort out the information into a

document tonight and send it to your email."

Grace slightly frowned. As for Vivian, when she was angry, she always called Grace intimately. But when she

encountered something at work, she immediately called her President Grace. Naturally, this kind of standpoint

and attitude towards work could not be better.

However, this kind of conversion really made her helpless.

“Oh right!"

"| almost forgot something important."

"Grace, it's about the thing you told me, that idiot... President Shaw is quite good. You can feel assured in Sanya.

Don't worry, he is obedient. He eats food and cooks it himself."

"Well. Is that so?"

That was why she escaped because of him.

It was the swhether she was here or not, right?

Therefore, whether he was sober or not, Grace was just an indispensable nin his life. It was a meaningless

name.

She put on her pajamas and walked to the balcony. The wind blew on her body. It was not cold in Sanya.

She didn't know what she was thinking, and why she had already escaped to this place, but she was still

suffocated, unable to breathe.

She shouldn't be nice to him or close to him, but that morning, she personally helped him. She shouldn't have

any more entanglements with him for such an intimate matter!

Yes, she didn't do anything wrong. She shouldn't have been merciful towards him.

Vivian's efficiency had always been astonishing.

When Grace woke up, she had already received an email from Vivian.

The doorbell rang.

"Room service? Wait a moment."

She woke up early in the morning and didn't have tto change clothes. She was still wearing a nightgown.

She tidied up the nightgown and opened the door. "Good morning."

"Why do you cso early?" She looked at her nightgown, which was neat and tidy, and then looked at the

person. "Cin."

"Work?"

Grace said, "Yes, Cayne, thank you for introducingthis time. It really helpeda lot." She walked to the

teahouse, "What do you want to drink? Tea or coffee?"

"Water."

"Wait a moment." She flushed the cup while boiling water.

In front of the washing stand, a tall figure suddenly appeared behind the woman. The smell of male filled her

nose instantly. "It is not a good habit to bring work on vacation."

The woman left the tea room without a trace.

"This is a great opportunity. Cayne, | can't lose. | can't lose the James Group either." She looked at Cayne

sincerely. The sincerity in her eyes attracted him in an instant, making him forget to breathe. It was also at that

instant that he couldn't understand her.

It wasn't her words but her eyes that attracted him. He was like a gambler who was racing against the clock in

the end.

He suddenly becpanicked, pretending not to care. He laughed happily and said,

"Grace, do you want to eat breakfast?"

"Breakfast at Banyan Manor was quite delicious."

"Even if you have to work, you have to have strength, don't you?"

"Wait a moment. I'll change my clothes." It was reasonable that she had to eat something to be energetic.

For the next week, she locked herself

in her room and worked on the plan.

Cayne would hey from time

tsnd asker 0 eat together.

Sometimes, she saw him not doing

anything. He just played games in

afternoon. And he lay down on her

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He hadn't disturbed her, so she was accustomed to it since he had done so many times.

As for her, she was completely focused on the latest plan that week. She didn't waste any second.

Vivian no longer called her. Instead, they contacted through WeChat. Every day, she said that everything was

fine.

It was both expected and unexpected to take down the cooperation with Miffel. When they signed, Grace

suddenly bechappy. It seemed that the long-awaited matter had finally been completed.

It was also at this moment that there was no reason for her to stay here anymore.

"Thank you, Cayne."

He really helped her a lot. If it weren't for Miffel, she would have made such progress.

Without Cayne, there would be no chance of meeting Miffel.

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She bent down and bowed. Of course, this was definitely not enough, but it could show her gratitude.

When she bent down, she was held by a powerful hand on her shoulder. She looked up in confusion.

He only saw his handsand resolute chin. He looked down and stared at her with a burning gaze. His voice

was hoarse and confusing,

"Thank you?"

"Grace, | don't want the gratitude verbally."

"I know that you've helped a lot. Of course, it's not enough. If I can..."

"Shhhh." The man stopped her and squinted at her, "Grace, if you really want to thank me, | just want you."

What?

She didn't react for a long time. Only when she reacted did she realize the meaning of that sentence.

Slowly, she straightened her back and pulled his palm. She turned around, and left without saying a word.

The man was anxious and suddenly grabbed her arm. "Grace, I'm joking. Don't take it seriously..."

"Is that so?" She was calm as she stared at him. "Is it a joke? Are you sure?"

Were you sure? He becnervous!

He couldn't lie any longer.

He couldn't lie to himself.

Were you kidding? Was it really a joke?

The man clenched his teeth and said, "So what if it's not a joke?" Wasn't he good enough? Couldn't he compare

to Caden? He treated her much better than any other woman!

"It's not a joke..." She smiled, but the smile was cold. She slowly looked at the man in front of her. "Then what's

the difference three years ago?"

What was the difference three years ago?

The man's body stiffened by a single sentence. "Yes, | misunderstood you three years ago, but you're not what |

thought. Now | know you better."

The woman looked down and concealed the self-mockery in her eyes. He knew her better?

She could no longer know herself.

Three years ago, he used money to hunt for what you wanted. Three years later, he still used an opportunity to

hunt for what he wanted.

The only difference was that the

money from back then had become

an opportunity. i one fad fo Shy the

dfaenct Between the two, then it

was probably that this man had

grown up and the games were not

childish.

Young and frivolous men liked to use money directly, while older men weren't so direct.

But, was there a difference?

In the end, she did not say these hurtful words. She only stared at the man's face.

"Money that year, and opportunities

today are the same. Cayne, you are

an outstanding hunter(An com

optstankiirig After improves himself,

but the hunter's goal is just to hunt x

the prey in his eyes." After saying this, y

she knew that he understood.000 .

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