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Chapter 11
When Ivor and Ged heard Bonnie’s words, they exchanged confused looks.
“You know that?” Ivor asked, his frown deepening.
“Uh-huh,” Bonnie replied, her tone nonchalant.
The old professor at the research institute had texted her that morning. He’d asked if the 28th of the month worked for her and offered to adjust the date if needed.
“Oh? How did you find out?” Ivor’s suspicion was evident as he narrowed his eyes.
“Well…” Bonnie hesitated. “I can’t tell you the specifics. All I know is that it’s set for the 28th.”
Ged, clearly irritated, pulled Ivor aside and muttered, “I really can’t stand her. Yeah, she’s pretty, I’ll give her that, but she’s full of shit.”
Ivor rubbed his chin, his gaze fixed on Bonnie. He’d always been good at reading people, but there was something about her that puzzled him. There was no sign she was lying.
“My dad says every major corporation in Pyralis—hell, in all of Arvandor—is eager to work with Ms. Bonita’s research team to secure exclusive rights to the new nanomaterial. Isn’t your company interested in it too?” Ged went on, his voice rising with excitement. “It’s a brand-new nanomaterial! Once it hits manufacturing and research, you’ll make a fortune. It’ll change the game in technology too!”
Bonnie looked at him, her expression cool and unreadable. “Of course, we’re interested. But securing the rights will be tough, even with the Knight family’s resources. Too many powerful players in Arvandor will be going after it.”
She turned to Ivor as he asked, “You’re interested in securing the rights to the new nanomaterial? Why? Can you help?”
Bonnie nodded. “Since Sigmund helped me once, I can offer my help, if that’s what you want.”
Ged could no longer contain his frustration. “Thanks, but no thanks! I’m sure Ivor doesn’t want to be a burden to you.”
“It’s no trouble at all,” Bonnie replied, her tone light. “I’ll just need to inform the team.”
Ged shot to his feet, his voice rising. “Stop pushing it, okay? If you weren’t a girl, I’d—”
“Enough, Ged,” Ivor interrupted firmly, standing up as well.
“But she’s so—” Ged began again.
“We’ll never see her again after the one-month engagement,” Ivor said, his voice cold. “No point getting angry with her.”
But Ged was still seething. Bonnie could sense that neither of them believed her. It didn’t matter. Her own parents had never believed her either. There was no point wasting time or words.
“I always keep my promises,” she said, standing up. “The research institute will announce its collaboration with the Knight Group on the 28th.”
With those words, she turned and walked out.
Ged watched her leave, shaking his head in disbelief. “I feel sorry for you, Ivor. You’re stuck with her. A wife who’s such a show-off—even for just a month? That’ll embarrass you forever.”
Ivor didn’t respond, his gaze still on the door where Bonnie had exited. He turned to Ged. “Have you spoken to the Shepherd’s friend?”
Ged took a sip of water to calm himself. “Yeah, the Shepherd wants a showdown with you after the press conference about the nanomaterial.”
“Why after?” Ivor asked, puzzled.
Ged paused, thinking. “Do you think the Shepherd will be at that event? Could he be interested in securing the rights to the nanomaterial too?”
Ivor thought it over. “It’s possible. If that’s the case, maybe we’ll run into him during the press conference.”
A few days later, Ged rushed into Ivor’s office, his expression a mix of excitement and disbelief.
“Holy shit, Ivor! Something incredible has happened.”
Ivor set aside his work, eyes narrowing as he looked up. “Are you talking about the press conference?”
Ged took a deep breath, still in shock. “I can’t fucking believe it. It really is on the 28th!”
Ged had overheard his parents discussing the press conference date during breakfast, and it was confirmed: the 28th it was.
“Bonnie was right!” he exclaimed.
Ivor steepled his fingers, his mind racing. He thought back to Bonnie’s words. She hadn’t seemed to be lying. His gut feeling had been right.
“How did she find out even faster than we did?” Ged asked, bewildered.
“Maybe my grandpa found out and told Bonnie,” Ivor speculated.
Ged slammed his fist into his palm. “Oh, yeah! That must be it. How else could a high school student know something like that? Sigmund must’ve used his connections to get the information, and then he told Bonnie to help impress you!”
Ivor nodded. It made sense.
“Has Sigmund asked you to bring her to the press conference?” Ged asked, voice full of concern. “If he does, you need to say no. Every major power in the country will be there. If she starts talking nonsense, it’ll be a total disaster.”
“My grandpa didn’t say anything about that,” Ivor replied.
“That’s a relief.” Ged exhaled. “But if Sigmund insists you take her, you need to find a way to get rid of her.”
On her way home from school, Bonnie sneezed. A strange, unsettling feeling crawled up her spine—she had the distinct sensation that someone was talking about her.
A sleek luxury sports car suddenly pulled up beside her, its glossy red paint gleaming in the afternoon sunlight. The back seat was overflowing with red roses.
The car came to a smooth stop, and the driver, a well-groomed man, handed her a large bouquet. “Care to join me for lunch, Bonnie?”
Bonnie looked at him with raised brows. “Are you trying to date me?”
Dwayne, flashing a grin, adjusted his hair and responded, “Smart girl. What can I say? I really love smart women.”
Bonnie’s gaze lingered on the roses before she replied coolly, “You’re Sacha’s boyfriend. Are you sure about this?”
Dwayne chuckled, clearly pleased with himself. “Well, I can break up with her if you want.”
He was so confident, so sure that his wealth and charm would win her over. But Bonnie wasn’t impressed.
She frowned, her voice laced with disdain. “What do I care if you break up with her? Do you think every girl is going to throw herself at you just because you’re rich? Honestly, just looking at your face makes me want to puke.”
Dwayne’s expensive car and lavish gifts meant nothing to her. She wasn’t desperate for wealth.
Dwayne’s smile faltered as he suddenly had a thought. “Do you think I don’t know you hired that guy to pick you up the other day, Bonnie? And you must have borrowed that car. Wait, did you sleep with someone to get it—”
Before he could finish his sentence, Dwayne screamed in pain, clutching his wrist as if something had struck him.