The Woman From Hell

Delia looked at me, her smile unfading. She nodded slowly. "You can say that."

Her red lips were grating, her voice even more so.

"I can leave, but you have to give me time. I need to tie up some loose ends. I also need to deal with Green Orange." In the end, I still chose to make way. It was for the children.

Delia clapped when she got my answer. "You finally got it, Wanda. I'll give you time. How long do you need?"

""A month."

"Green Orange is just a small company. Why do you need such a long time for the handover?" Delia obviously felt that it was too long and wanted to cut it down.

I looked at her, my gaze indifferent. "It's not only Green Orange. I also have my friends and my family I need to make arrangements with. It'll be bad if I end up causing them trouble otherwise."

Delia likely knew of my relationships with the Schumans and Petra. If they were to join forces and come knocking on Delia's door, she would definitely be overwhelmed.

She narrowed her eyes, sizing me up before she slowly replied, "One month, that's all you get. If I see you in Whaldorf City on the same day next month, you had it coming." Delia's expression was vicious when she said that, her gaze sharpening even more.

The people backing her were powerful.

I avoided her gaze. "Okay."

negotiation was over, Delia went back to looking harmless. She reached out her hand, gesturing for me

either, so

thought of heading over to the technical department to visit my old colleagues but thought it was unnecessary after

saw Keith waving to me from the coffee shop next door the moment I

at me with his expression back in the conference room. It looked like he really had

to him. It had been a long time since I had spoken to Keith like this.

in. Let's have

It doesn't feel like we have much to talk about. If it's about Theo, then forget

heaven and earth. It was most likely that he wanted to speak

It won't be convenient for us to speak. I do have something to talk to you about, so please give me ten minutes, Miss Lane." Keith was not someone who would waste others' time. After thinking about it a

entered the coffee shop with Keith, and we came to a private room. "Speak,

moment. We're waiting for

I'd be talking

person has yet to arrive." Keith pushed the cup of coffee he had ordered toward me. "Try the

curious just as to what he

coffee. It was

you know

Keith frowned. "Why are you