Tinge walked over and knocked on the closed door. Someone immediately opened the door.
A long—haired woman, not very beautiful but impressive, was inside. She looked sophisticated and shrewd, and wore heavy makeup. Seeing Tinge, shesmiled and said, "Mr. Tinge, it's an honor to be able to cooperate with you. Come in and chat."
Tinge frowned and said indifferently, "I don't think I've introduced myself yet."
"There's no need for famous people like you to introduce themselves. Everyone in our industry can't survive without a bit of vision." Pola smiled charmingly. Compared to her appearance, her voice was much softer and greasy. This added a hint of femininity to her.
"Since you've investigated me so clearly, shouldn't I re—evaluate the safety of working with you?" Tingesneered.
"Don't be angry, Mr.Tinge. Why don't you think about it? There are other reasons why I'm paying attention to you. You're a fascinating man. To be honest, after all these years I've been here, you're definitely the man that moves me the most." Pola's eyes shone brightly as she sized him up. From a closer look, he was truly filled with masculine charm. "There's no need to say such boring words. Let's get straight to the point." Tinge didn't want to hear her seductive words at all. He already had a woman he liked in his heart.
"Your company has been founded only for two years, and its annual oil cost is not much. You suddenly came to me to buy so much crude oil. Do you have any other motives?" Pola squinted and suspected him half—jokingly and half—seriously.
"Do I still need to tell you everything if I want to do business with you? Then you are too insincere. Since that's the case, forget it." Tinge's expression turned cold as he decided to leave.
Pola suddenly said, "Tinge, I know why you're here. You want to kill Scottson, right?"
Tinge's back stiffened. He turned around and stared at her coldly, "You're meddling too much."
"I'm sorry. Actually, I don't mean to interfere. I only know a bit about you personally. To be honest, I also want to kill him. I've made several dealings with him, and he deducted 20% of my money. He has the shameless face of a plunderer. I hate him." Seeing Tinge's gloomy expression, Pola hurriedly explained her purpose.
Tinge smiled playfully, "Oh? You want to kill him?"
"Tinge, we can cooperate. Really, I am very sincere. I know that your father died at Scottson's hands. You must really want to kill him yourself. I also have important people who died at his hands. I also want revenge." Pola looked a little sad.
"What important person have you lost?" Tinge stared at her and asked.
"My sister." Pola's eyes were filled with tears, "Not long ago, Scottson's men killed her."
Tinge's heart trembled. He heard Cynthia say that she had always trusted Pola, and their relationship had always been very good. If she had not hear from the man working for Scottson, Cynthia probably wouldn't have suspected that her most trusted friend had betrayed her to the death.
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