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Chapter 145 He Dug Up the Past
I must have been seeing things to even think Idris looked at me that way.
I gulped down the mouthful, trying to keep my cool, and went through the motions of
eating whatever he served up, over and over
He had me try a bite of each and every dish, a dozen in total. Staring down the next
pastry he offered, I fought the urge to gag, the food nearly spilling out of my mouth as I
confronted him, “Idris, do you really hate me that much?”
He stopped mid–sip, confusion washing over his handsome features. With a furrowed brow
and a deep, puzzled hum, he looked at me, clueless.
I patted my chest, feeling like I was about to hurl, and pressed on, “I’ve heard of all sorts
of ways to off a spouse–poisoning, freezing, starving–but death by overfeeding? That’s a
new one to me.”
Idris did a spit–take, water flying everywhere as he coughed and sputtered.
This was the first time I had ever seen him lose his cool. I handed him a napkin without
thinking, and after he’d finally stopped coughing, I could not help but ask, “Are you okay?”
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Once he had caught his breath, he fixed his gaze on me, a playful glint in his eyes. His
voice, as smooth as ever, carried a teasing edge, “Yvette, killing your husband by making
him choke to death is a first for me too.”
I stared at him, unimpressed. His attempt at humor fell flat.
The awkward moment seemed to break the ice a bit. I really could not eat another bite, so
I just sat back and eyed the man across from me. “I’ve got to head to the office soon. If
you’ve got something to say, spit it out.”
He looked a lot better than he had earlier, the dark cloud over his face lifting somewhat.
He hesitated for a moment before saying, “I’ve got all the materials for Avaloria’s new
projects,”
He passed a folder across the table to me. I was hesitant but took it, fl*pping it open to
see that it was Indeed about the new projects Zoe and I had been discussing. He had
provided complete information: project tender dates, the project leads, and everything
Scott Corporation would need to take over, all nearly marked.
After I finished looking through the documents, I met his gaze, my confusion clear. “How
did you….” know I needed these?
I did not even get to finish my question before he cut in. “With the way things are at Scott
Corporation, winning all the projects isn’t realistic, but securing one or two? That’s doable.
Still, it’ll take some serious effort from the head of Scott Corp to prepare a winning bid.”
I nodded, swallowing the flood of words I had wanted to say, and managed a simple,
“Thanks.
He did not respond, his expression unreadable.
I could not get a read on him. Was this the only reason he wanted to meet? I hesitated,
unsure whether to make a quick exit or to stick around and chat.
Lost in thought, I suddenly noticed a leather bag had appeared on the table. I looked up at
him, my eyes full of questions.
He did not meet my gaze and just quietly sipped the fresh tea the waiter had brought
over.
1 unzipped the worn leather bag and found a stack of faded photographs, several memory
cards, and a bunch of old videotapes.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCuriosity got the better of me, and I picked up a photo. The faces staring back were
familiar, and I froze, turning to Idris with a questioning look.
He did not miss a beat, calmly placing his teacup down. “It was not easy, but I managed to
dig up the past. Everything that could be found is right here, and it’s all still good.” I was
speechless, my mouth hanging open as I fl*pped through the snapshots of Moore and
Alex–candid moments at the University of Mandala, casual hangouts at some mall
restaurant in Mandala
These were secret meet–ups from five years back, no doubt about it. The other tapes and
cards were probably filled with their old conversations or videos. It blew my mind that
after all this time, Idris was the one who ended up with this treasure trove. I set the bag
down, looked him straight in the eye, and pushed down the whirlwind of thoughts.
“How on earth did you track these down?” I asked. The cops had burned through
resources and got nothing, yet here they were, in Idris‘ possession.
He did not even flinch, just coolly replied, “If I decide to find something, I’ll find it, even if
it means digging six feet down.” I was at a loss for words. This guy was bold, that’s for
sure. I took a deep breath, not about to question his capabilities. He was clearly on
another level. I paused, then decided to let the mystery be. “Why are
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