“Which means this Mr. Smith should be from out of town,” Joyce said as she scratched her chin thoughtfully.

Natalie merely shrugged. “Who cares where he is from. It’s got nothing to do with us anyway. Let’s go.”

“Yes, let’s go find that b*tch Jasmine,” Joyce said as she helped Natalie to her feet.

As they passed the first row of seats, a man dressed as a bodyguard came up to them and stopped them in their tracks. “May I know if the two of you are in charge of Studio Nouveau?”

“And you are?” Joyce stepped up protectively to shield Natalie behind her as she regarded the man with wariness.

The man continued with a straight face. “I work for Mr. Smith. I’ve been sent to extend an invitation for you to meet with him.”

“Meet with us?” Joyce and Natalie exchanged looks.

Natalie furrowed. “May I ask what is the purpose of this meeting?”

“To discuss matters concerning the bidding exercise. This way please, ladies.” The man’s gesture and body language suggested that declining was not an option.

Natalie. “What now, Nat? Should

lowered her eyes and paused. “We’ll go. It doesn’t look like he

to do us harm?” Joyce said as she hugged her

is a public place. I doubt he would be

go then,” Joyce reluctantly agreed and assisted

the couch. He was average-looking, dressed in an ordinary suit, and was unremarkable in every way imaginable. How could someone so distinctively average be

It was as though he had read Natalie’s thoughts. “Greetings, I’m Mr. Smith’s secretary. You may

she pointed at him. “So

on short notice, so he had tasked me to receive you,” Plumlee

“I see. In that case, may we know why were we

replied as

went on to assist

was through sheer luck that

great. Let me tell you something, our

name forward

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