Chapter 116

Bruce's bluntness left me speechless. I thought that, at most, he would attribute my actions to flattering Queenie. But it seemed he had seen through my scheme. But in life, it was all about acting, and when it was time to act, one had to play the part. Considering Bruce's identity as an investor, I smiled. "Don't joke around, Mr. Harold. I wouldn't dare make fun of you." "Is that so?" Bruce's stare made me flustered. I clenched my fists and lied, "Of course. Besides, you seemed quite willing to cooperate." Bruce froze at my words. I had to admit that I was being sarcastic. I decided to leave it at that and glanced at Queenie. "Ms. Smith is calling me, so I'll have to excuse myself for now." Maintaining a good relationship with Queenie was more important right now. … In the cafe atop the mountain, Bruce and Queenie sat on one side while me and John sat on the other. The table was filled with food and an old bottle of wine. Every detail exuded luxury and nobility, showing the