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."

harmless. She reached out her hand, gesturing for me to take my leave. "You

intention of remaining here either, so I turned around

over to the technical department to visit my old colleagues but thought it was unnecessary after thinking about

Keith waving to me from the coffee

been hinting at me with his expression back in the conference room. It looked like he really had something he wanted to tell

a long time since I

come in. Let's have

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

heaven and earth. It was most

head. "There are too many people out and about here. 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

with Keith, and we came to a private room. "Speak,

wait a moment. We're

be talking

most important person has yet to arrive." Keith pushed the cup

me curious

of the coffee. It was bitter but

do you

sudden question strange, Keith frowned. "Why are you asking about him all of