Yesseca nodded. "We should do the expansion first and observe for some time before we open a branch.”
Preslie licked her lips.
She suddenly had a strong hunch for some reason.
That was, in a month, their business would still be booming and that their ambition would come to fruition.
"Yesseca." Preslie wore a dreamy expression on her face. "I don't know why, but I have a hunch our shop will grow bigger and bigger. Perhaps even like what your brother-in-law said, we'd bring our patisserie to the whole world. We'd become presidents by then, wouldn't we?"
"No," Preslie rephrased her words, "Domineering presidents."
Yesseca chuckled.
"Don't laugh. I'm serious." Preslie admonished anxiously.
Hearing that, Yesseca pulled a straight face. "Okay, I'll be serious. If we're can really go that far, then we'd indeed be presidents, but certainly not
domineering.
Preslie giggled.
She then mumbled, "We'd be worthy of anyone when we have such a successful career, even becoming presidents, right?"
Yesseca didn't hear what Preslie mumbled.
She leaned closer, asking, "What did you just say?"
Preslie immediately shook her head. "Nothing, hehe, nothing at all.
Meanwhile, a black Bentley pulled over near the store.
Tremaine sat in the back seat.
This time, his chauffeur wasn't Sheldon but a tall man dressed in black.
"Mr. Tremaine, we're here." The man respectfully intoned after he parked the car.
Tremaine nodded, "Go in and buy everything."
"Yes, Mr. Tremaine."
About ten minutes later, the man entered the car with bags of all sizes.
"How many people were in there?" Tremaine inquired.
"Two, Mr. Tremaine." The man replied. "One is in charge of collecting the money while the other packs. They're both women. One is petite, and the other is a little plump."
Tremaine didn't need more to know they were Yesseca and Preslie.
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