I had no comment on that, as anything was possible at this point. I replied, "Well, I'm open to the idea."
In fact, both of us knew that this was just a formality.
After all, he was a speculator. My refusal had been blunt, and he knew that he would get nothing out of me. He didn't even bother to maintain his politeness on the surface, as he stood up and left.
Strangely, I was not angry. Instead, I smiled. This was probably what people meant when they said that no acquaintance is made without a fight. Even though Sean was just a representative of the GW Group, not the owner, I felt proud of myself for being able to refuse him more than once.
But after laughing, the hidden fear at the bottom of my heart came up.
I lowered my head and touched my lower abdomen, sinking into my train of thought.
At first, GW Group failed to partner with Roberts Group. Then, they started to plot against Irvin. They didn't want to return empty-handed. If they really set their eyes on Granger Group after all this, I would be their next target.
I didn't mind that. I owed Irvin, but my child was innocent. I couldn't let anything happen to the baby, and I hoped that the bodyguards Hendrix arranged were reliable. Recently, I did not step out of the house, and only had video conferences over the computer for work. That should prevent a lot of accidents. I should be fine.
At nine o'clock at night, the Granger Group's legal consultant came to me as arranged, and appeared at the door of my study.
The lawyer greeted, "Hello, Miss Reid."
I majored in law, but my professional career experience in the field could be taken as null. I originally thought that the company would send an elite lawyer, handsomely dressed in a suit. When I looked up, I was surprised and amused. She was in a suit and tie, looking smart and capable, but she was a female lawyer.
"Come in." Although I didn't pass the bar exam, I was certain that I wanted to get the certificate. Imagining that I would be the woman standing in front of me in the future, I had a good impression of her. "Miss Wylie Taylor?"
The name "Wylie" was too masculine. But when I saw her looking smart in the suit, I felt that she was just like her name. She was charismatic and admirable.
"Yes, Miss Reid." Wylie took the briefcase and nodded respectfully. Her voice was soft, different from her appearance.
Recently, I had been staying by Hendrix's side, so people addressed me as Mrs. Roberts. When I heard her address me, I was slightly emotional. "It's been a long time since someone called me like that."
Wylie was dumbfounded for a minute and replied with some embarrassment, "Shall I call you Mrs. Roberts in the future? It's just that between you and Mr. Roberts... With regards to this project..."
"I got you." I interrupted her. "It's business. It's fine to call me Miss Reid. You are here to be a witness, to prove that there is no exchange of benefits between Hendrix and I. You can deal with your own affairs most of the time. I will ask Madam Parker and the other servants to help you set up your working space here."
Wylie adapted easily. She sat down on a chair next to me, pinched the armrest, and told me generously, "Don't bother. I only need my computer and a chair."
Seeing that she had adapted so quickly, I smiled and let her do as she wished.
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