CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE WORRIED? I DON'T THINK SO
“Did you cry earlier? Who upset you?” he asked. Bella froze, not expecting his keen observation. Touched, she shook her head and denied, “No.”
“Then why are your eyes red?” Kennedy probed.
“No one hurt me. Something happened to a colleague,” Bella explained helplessly.
Gazing into her clear eyes, Kennedy chuckled. “I must’ve overthought it. You’re so fiery; who’d dare to cross you?”
Bella found herself at a loss for words. She shouldn’t have felt so moved.
“Why did you call me here?” Bella cut to the chase.
Kennedy pivoted and retrieved a square jewelry box from his desk. “Here you are.”
“What is this?”
Suspicious, Bella opened the box to find a set of jewelry inside. Beneath the light, the exquisite necklace and earrings radiated beauty.
Wasn’t this the limited edition, eighty-million-worth collection Launched by McKenzie Group?
Bella glanced up at Kennedy, astonished.
“Is this for me?” she asked.
Hadn’t it been intended for Taria.
“Yes. You helped secure the project in N
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