Chapter 115

“Well, of course, after all, you are Mr. Humphrey’s brother, and for the sake of Mr. Humphrey’s reputation, we still have to give a little.”

Anton lightly chuckled, swirling his glass; his voice held a faint tinge of sarcasm. Winston remained silent, tightening his hand at his side.

I took a breath, smiling at them. “Mr. Schultz, Mr. Esparza, actually, our Mr. Humphrey is also very talented. Reynaldo just succeeded earlier, but that doesn’t mean Mr. Humphrey cannot be successful.”

“Is it so?”

Suddenly, familiar soft laughter echoed from the entrance. My heart trembled fiercely, and I lifted my head. I saw Reynaldo, wearing a suit with a leather collar, entering.

The man exuded an air of nobility, his cold, distant gaze hinting at authority and aloofness. He looked at me with a light smile, his lips slightly curved in mockery. I was stiff, cold from head to toe.

What happened? How could Reynaldo have appeared? Wasn’t Jonathan the biggest investor? Why did Reynaldo come instead?

I mechanically looked at Winston. He lowered his eyebrows and squinted, his expression difficult to read. So, who can tell me why I was told I would discuss investment with Jonathan, but now it’s Reynaldo?

At this moment, I wanted to escape, but my feet felt rooted to the spot. As soon as Reynaldo arrived, the other two executives respectfully stood to greet him. They didn’t dare sit until he was seated. His dominant position in the business world was evident.

Reynaldo glanced at me and chuckled lightly at Winston. “Is she… your newly hired secretary?”

The word “secretary,” carrying deep meaning, fell from his lips. I tightened my grip on my hand and said, “It’s not what you think.”

Reynaldo chuckled lightly, his gaze icy. “Esmeralda, there wasn’t a single true word in…”

That tone—filled with disappointment, anger, and sarcasm—felt like a sharp knife piercing my heart. I took a deep breath and said, “Many times I told you the truth, but you didn’t believe me.”

He sighed, exhaling smoke—a more mocking sneer. The two bosses glanced at him, then at me, whispering in discussion; murmurs of astonishment and anticipation were faintly audible.

“I suddenly remembered, this woman seems to be Mr. Humphrey’s ex-wife, right?” “Yeah, I didn’t notice it earlier either, but how did Mr. Humphrey’s ex-wife end up working for him again?” “You still don’t understand this. Before she married Mr. Humphrey, it seems she had an unclear relationship with him. Now that she’s divorced, she naturally rushed to him.” “Wow, she was really bold. Isn’t this equivalent to provoking Mr. Humphrey?” “Yeah, you’re right. The way Mr. Humphrey looked at her, it was as if he wanted to tear her into pieces.” “Huh, Mr. Humphrey’s ex-wife got involved with Mr. Humphrey’s younger brother. Now, there’s some drama to watch.”

Bang!

Reynaldo carelessly placed his glass on the table. His voice, though not loud, startled the whispering individuals. They hurriedly smiled at him. “Mr. Humphrey, we really didn’t expect it to be you at this investment negotiation meeting. Nice to meet you.” They raised their glasses respectfully.

Reynaldo casually lifted his glass, but his icy gaze remained fixed on me. If looks could kill, I would have died a thousand times.

Winston laughed, saying to Reynaldo, “Yeah, bro, I remember inviting Mr. Dunlap from Crown Group. I wonder why he didn’t come and instead asked you to come?”

What does it mean? So Winston didn’t know in advance that Reynaldo would be coming?

Reynaldo chuckled softly and sarcastically remarked, “Doesn’t little brother know that Jonathan is the president of Crown Group, and I am the hidden boss behind the scenes?” Just like you and Mr. Pruitt—one the president of Clicks Media on the surface, the other the big boss behind it. I think you were very familiar with this operation, Second Brother.

I looked at Winston, confused. Remembering how persistently he’d tried to persuade me to invest, a chill ran through my heart. Did he really not know that Reynaldo is the big boss of Crown Group?