Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 218

The matter of giving Cecilia a guide to winning Hilary’s favor was a private deal between us. Surprisingly, Hogan had gotten wind of it.

Ironically, in this guide, when it came to the section about food, I had emphasized repeatedly that Hilary hated white pepper.

I figured if Hogan had even skimmed through the guide, he’d see right through some of my thoughts.

However, my act of deliberately “confessing” had backfired, and I had slapped my own face.

I felt a tightness in my chest but managed to keep my cool, sneaking a glance at the guy a couple of steps away, without jumping in with a response.

When I think about it, that mother–daughter–in–law handbook was a good five or six pages long, with

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nitty–gritty details on Hilary’s do’s and don’ts, from eating to dressing to living. As the President of Rainbow Capital, he probably didn’t have the leisure to read it from beginning to end.

Maybe I was overthinking it.

Upon sorting it out, I felt somewhat steadier and said in a calm and collected tone, “Since Director Irwin joined, she’s done a lot for the company. Helping her means relieving your worries, doesn’t it, Mr. Zade?”

keep relieving my worries,” The man’s voice became inexplicably more rigid,

the hint–Hogan was convinced I’d done the white pepper thing on

voice, “Mr. Zade, why do you think I would do such a thing? What good does angering an investor’s mother do for me?”

stare, saying in a low voice, “Yeah,

with ridicule, Hogan’s tone was harsh,

my heart flutter.

my tone

even closer. Alerted, I took two steps back, finding myself pressed against the

Hogan was right before

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breath filled the air, and he looked down at me, none too pleased, “What Ms. March wants, hasn’t she always used any means necessary to

oppression made me

breath to normal. And when I looked up

was sticking up for

“Mr. Zade, you’re giving me too much credit.

mouth, his facial muscles twitched, his pupils dilated,

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crossed his

misinterpreted? Hogan seemed displeased

arm, pointing a finger near my face, “You’d better remember