Maeve's response completely caught Renfield off guard.
"Maeve, you're not confused, are you? This is the Grover Group we're talking about. People would kill for a connection with them."
"You worked so hard to showcase your project in the competition. Wasn't your goal to secure their investment?"
Maeve lounged lazily in the single armchair, a half-empty bottle of milk in her hand.
"If my work is excellent enough, the Grovers shouldn't be the only ones wanting to invest in me."
Renfield grew frantic.
"But they are the ones who sponsored this exact competition."
"Your project shined on a platform funded by the Grover Group. According to the rules, they have the right of first refusal."
Maeve slowly swirled the milk bottle.
"I don't know anything about the rules you're talking about."
"All I know is that Mr. Sterling fought for my spot in this competition."
"He told me over the phone to take it seriously. As for signing contracts, he didn't breathe a word about it."
Remembering how he had once scorned Maeve's abilities, Renfield's face flushed hot with embarrassment.
Even though he still didn't particularly like her, he had privately accepted a kickback from Assistant Leary.
Leary, unable to contact Maeve directly, was terrified of letting this big fish slip away and had given him strict orders.
No matter the method, he had to get Maeve to sign before another company snatched her up.
So, before even securing a meeting with her, Leary had wired Renfield a sum of money, essentially paying a deposit upfront.
Renfield wasn't an idiot.
He knew Maeve was openly defying him, and giving him attitude was only part of it.
The other part was that she likely had the White family backing her up.
He clearly remembered when Mr. Andres had brought bodyguards to the school to demand justice for her.

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