Harold's text was laced with anger, like he was saying, "You're not even my girlfriend anymore, and here you are, sticking your nose into the women around me. Quite nosy, aren't you?"
"What’s the name of the boss's daughter?"
"I don't know."
Victoria knew Harold was fuming; she was certain he wouldn't spill the name to her.
"Just let Mr. Evans ask him; I can't get it out of him." Victoria wasn't surrendering; it was just that asking this question was out of line for her, and it would only make Harold more obstinate. Why make things worse for herself?
"Victoria says you should ask yourself; she can't get it out of him," Cordelia mentioned to Ronan, lying across the pillow.
Ronan had already expected Victoria's reluctance. He was just giving her an excuse to talk to Harold.
Ronan picked up his phone and sent Harold a message on Messenger: "What's the name of that high-profile boss's daughter who's after you?"
Harold received the message and thought for a moment: Why was Victoria asking this, and now Ronan too?
But given Ronan's status, Harold replied honestly: "Daniella."
"Daniella," Ronan murmured the name to himself.
"You like that name or something?" Cordelia, knowing full well whose name Ronan was repeating, was slightly annoyed.
Ronan wrapped his arm around Cordelia's neck, "No name in the world holds a candle to yours."
Cordelia didn't engage further nor did she bring up the topic again, "What about the Edith Hills project, then?"
She was reminded of the unresolved issue and noticed Ronan wasn't in a rush, which made her anxious.
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