"Alone?" I couldn't help but ask.
"Yes." Evan nodded and continued, "They even purposefully avoided Miss Aurelia."
"I see..." The human heart couldn't stand up against speculation after all.
I'd spent the past few days rejoicing at the choice Neal had made at the Marshall family, yet it had all changed in less than three days. I supposed resisting temptation was still difficult for a child.
Perhaps Neal had always recalled the cruelty he had suffered at the hands of his foster parents and had found a way to take his revenge on them.
Hendrix played it cool. Dusting off his newspaper and dismissing Evan with a flourish, he answered, "We got it. You can go now."
As I watched Evan disappear in the doorway, I pursed my lips in thought for a moment and turned my head to Hendrix. "You don't seem surprised at all?"
"Should I have switched on the dramatics?" Hendrix's face still had that blank expression on it. It was evident that he was reading a dull financial newspaper. However, with a smile on the corner of his lips, one would've thought he was reading an entertainment magazine. "If I were him, I wouldn't pass up the chance to snoop either."
"But Neal already turned it down." I shrugged as I replied with uncertainty, just to see what Hendrix thought of the relationship between the two.
"So what?" Hendrix closed the paper as his black gaze riveted to me. "You know, in the eyes of a businessman, there's no deal that can't be done. Only a price that's not ripe enough. With the right chips, anything is possible, isn't it?"
As much as I hated to admit this, I had to say that he had a point.
That was right. As long as an agreement was reached, there was nothing to argue about.
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