Chapter 217 No Way Out
When Reese arrived, the place was already bustling, but she had Cabin shoo away all the reporters. The last thing she wanted was the media coverage
Il word got out, Malcolm wouldn’t need to investigate the wount there in any official capacity for the project the just needed to make an appearance,
“Heise,” greeted Cabin as the approached.
“Does amene here meet our standards for potential collaboration?
Bese cut right to the thine upon ammirat.
“beah, the guys at Binafreach have been killing it lately with their raw venture. They made quite a profit, so they might back your project with
| tomo fulds.”
“That d be sold. Where’s the guy? I want to scope him out.”
“Her the tall one over them with the loud shirt–not that you can miss him. But watch yourself with him, Kerse. He’s got a rep as a ladies man. He thinks he can charm the skirt off any
Reeserted decisively. “Do I look like the kd of woman who can be easily charmed by him?”
“It seems like, even if he laid his fortune at your feet, you wouldn’t so much as glance his way if you’re not
Reese wasn’t generally a fin of womanizers.
She handed her pune ever to Cabin go talk to him. You handle the ribbon–cutting and keep a tight leash around here. If any reporters slip through, you’re off my team.”
“Gat it. Everyone bere has been thoroughly writed ”
Only then did Reese elas.
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“Be careful, Reese. Don’t let that guy gross you out.”
“I won’t be the one getting grossed out. I’m sure as hell” Reese was never one to shy away from challenges, if something came at her, she’d face it head–on.
Trah, his name’s Rico. Sounds straight–laced, but
Cabins are flicked toward in unintentionally. There he was, fisting with some corporate heiress, having her in stitches. Girls shouldn’t be fooled by appearances: it’s essential to through the facade.
“Cut the chatter. I don’t care if he’s a playboy, as long in he’n kaded.”
Reese tossed the bag to Calvin with a nonchalant flick and stayed over. Instead of approaching kiro,
“Hey, long time no see. You made it out today, I see.
e drifted past him and struck up a conversation with another nein
Reese’s voice was typically aloof, but she had learned a bit of voice a
acting, allowing her legibility–dominant or demare, she could witch at will.
The moment she spoke, the coquettish, sultry tone drew Rico’s attention. He turned, and in the instant his eyes met Reese’s, there was amament and that predatory look of sewing prey
sees a woman so breathtakingly beautiful, raduating an aura of al
an aura of altcratic pride and innate regality.
He’d never seen a woman po
Her presence was magnetic, compelling you to seek her out–and Rico Bad never met anyone like her
Unfortunately for the man Reese was chatting up, he didn’t know her and was already spellbound by her beauty, rendered pechless. After all, what guy would turn down an approach from a girl like that?
As far was just about to speak to Reese, Rico made his ma
“Hey there, I’m Bi. Mind if we become frie
mose and approached.
Reese smirked inwardly, thinking what a playboy he was, having taken the bail without any effort on her part.
Gunwardly, she maintained a polite and smiling demean that to go to icon head.
Bico, a man who certainly had an eye for the ladies, always liked to know who he was dealing with her background, connections, anything that could tell him more about her
Chapter 217 No Way Out
Beest, however, was one to reveal much about herself. “Well, I’m in public relations. My boss is looking to launch ambitics project and we’re seeking the right partners.”
Money was another of Rico’s great loves, second only to his fondness for women, and Reese’s words seemed to what his appetite perfectly
‘Miss Brete, I must be your man, then, I’m really into research myself. How about we set up a meeting soon?”
Bere didn’t immediately aptre but chose to decline.
“Sorry, Mr. Rice, I’ve got other plans tonight.”
Undeterred, Rico pulled out his business card and handed it to her
This is my card. Take a look, and if you’re interested, I’d still like to set up that meeting with you, Miss Beese.”
Reese took it gracefully. “Next time. There’s something I need to attend to 111 br on my way now.”
Rice conducted himself with a polished and humble ale
“Sure, Miss Reese, goi
whead with
business
Having excused herself, Reese made her way backstage where Calvin had just finished with the ribbon–cutting ceremony.
‘Reese, how’d it go? Did you seal the deal?”
“Make a statement.” equipped, her eyes radiating a confident sparkle that was hard to miss,
ugh I bet he’s
Calvin gave her a thumbs–up. That’s my Reese. Though I bet
more interested in you than the project”
Don’t matter. Oh, by the way. Malcolm might dig deeper into this project. Grandpa Flynn has been pretty angry recently; after all, there’s significant profit in this for the Flynn Group”
Stepping out today was a gamble for Reese, but even if Malcolm turned up, the knew she could vanish just like the last time–without a trace.
No evidence, no confion–suspicions alone don’t stand.
The mention of this seemed to jolt Calvin as he suddenly received a call, his expressan darkening
Reese noticed the shift “What’s up?
Calvin’s eye twitched. “Your husband…looks like he just walked in.”
Reese furrowed her brow; a subtle arger suddenly betraying her usually calm expression.
“Why’d you say Malcolm couldnt get int
Calvin replied with a look of faux innocence, Reese, you never mentioned Malcolm would come. To just told me to keep the reporters out. Plus, didn’t you send him off on some wild
Reese had indeed orchestrated abuse for Malcolm to find a minor issue in their project, prompting the team leader to urgently summon him for a fix. How had Malcolm wrapped that up so quickly!
This time, ever met her match. Malcolm clearly didn’t buy the line about fetching a courier from the office. He probably suspected something took a quick detour, and now staged a
surprise retur..
Calvin, quick on his fees, offered a solutions, I cover for you. Why not slip out the back?”
“Are you crazy? He’s intentionally lucking for me. I doubt I can just steak away, for all we know his guys might already be at the back door.”
Beese wrated with her dilemma. She couldn’t let Malcolm uncover her true identity. If she gave him an inch, he would unearth every secret she guarded.
It wasn’t fear for hersell that troubled her, but a desier to protect him from harm.
Calvin could help but remark, “He’s really got you comered.”
