The matter concluded with Shevchenko’s apology, and the onlookers were content. To humble the haughty Nievic, Genera! Perkins had to be the one to do it!
Jade, weary of gazing at Shevchenko, departed without a farewell. She felt a twinge of regret.
Why had she gone to such lengths to find someone so unworthy? It was truly mortifying!
Natasha still had to rely on Shevchenko’s investment, and Gerard also had to rely on him for political achievements, so she asked him if he was fine.
“Fine?” Shevchenko’s face contorted into a ferocious smile, his teeth itching with hatred. “How can I be fine? Look at my face!”
Natasha was just about to say something, “Mr. Shevchenko…”
“Has he just declared his intention to take part in the talent gathering?” Shevchenko queried, astonished.
“Yes,” Natasha replied, her voice barely audible as she gave a slight nod of her head.
Shevchenko nodded fiercely and said, “Alright, let’s go to the investment meeting now!”
“Not only do I wish to invest in constructing a factory in Neva Province, but I also desire to expand the investment tenfold! Let’s find out if the officials of Neva Province will take my side or his!”
“How can he possibly expect to live a ‘peaceful life‘ after offending me? It’s simply not possible!”
Gerard couldn’t help but let out a rueful smile. Alder had been concerned that Shevchenko would not be keen to invest in the factory’s construction after this incident, but he had not expected it to provoke such ire in Shevchenko. Alder was determined to invest heavily and expand the investment tenfold, all in order to give Ishac a harsh lesson.
Natasha was taken aback, then elated. If Shevchenko had indeed increased the investment tenfold, the East Bay Deepwater Port project would be hers!
Having secured control of the East Bay Deepwater Port, what other strategies could the Giradia Group employ to counter her in this seven billion dollar project?
“Let’s go,” Shevchenko said, wiping away the blood on his swollen, wasp–stung face with a wet towel. “Let’s enter the arena!”
Shevchenko made up his mind to ruthlessly deal with Ishac at the fundraising conference so that he would have no place in the entire Neva Province!
Having tended to him, he would spin around to search for the buxom secretary and observe how she would withstand his advances!
Once Mozart, Wendy, and Molie arrived at the hotel, the meeting had yet to start, so Ishac allowed Molie to go to the restroom to freshen up and fix her makeup.
Ishac smiled at Wendy and said, “Compared to Natasha, you are much more humane!” before engaging her in conversation.
“Really?” Wendy gave Ishac a disinterested look.
Ishac suggested, “Why don’t you try altering your style? A smile here and there, plus some more fashionable attire, could do wonders. Perhaps this will provide the Giradia Group’s employees with a revitalizing sensation, inspiring them to work even more diligently.”
“Why not put it to the test and see for yourself if what I’m saying is true?”
Wendy, however, scoffed at his words, remarking, “It’s clear, Ms. Reagan trusts and admires you greatly.”
Ishac self–consciously touched his nose, feeling a bit embarrassed. Molie’s constant teasing about his age was really starting to get to him.
“She seems to like you,” Wendy said.
“Really? I don’t think so!” Ishac was surprised.
Wendy exclaimed, “I never anticipated Jade to be so principled! This time, she’s actually siding with you.”
Ishac declared, “She is certainly a paragon of virtue. Yet, she stands with her moral compass, not with me. She is a soldier, and her mission is to safeguard the nation!”
Wendy beamed, declaring, “No matter what, she is an admirable person. Even as an adversary, I still have respect for her.”
Ishac thought about it and felt that it was indeed not so simple for Jade to improve so quickly despite being so arrogant.
She had her own set of principles and a moral compass in her heart to distinguish between right and wrong. Her unique charisma was the reason why she had so many people’s backing.
As Jade came to the realization that she had not given Ishac due credit, Ishac too was cognizant that he had not given Jade her due respect. They had a mutual understanding.
A few minutes later, Molie emerged from the bathroom, her makeup freshly reapplied, yet her cheeks still flushed and puffy, giving her a slightly disheveled appearance.
“My sincerest apologies for the delay,” Molie said, bowing her head in contrition as she adjusted her demeanor.
“Don’t strain your waist,” Ishac said, reaching out to help her up. “The wound hasn’t healed yet. Why don’t you go back and put some ice on it? That should help reduce the swelling.”
Molie gave a gentle sniffle and gratefully declared, “Thank you, Mr. Evans. The pain has subsided and won’t impede my work.”
Ishac couldn’t help but give her a comforting pat on the shoulder and declared, “The heavens have bestowed upon us a great man, one who must endure hardships, toil, and deprivation… Ms. Reagan, you are a great individual who will carry a heavy burden in the days to come!”
Molie was highly entertained by Ishac’s words and couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
What on earth could she be held accountable for?
She was so cruelly treated.
“I’m going in first,” Wendy declared, her nose wrinkling at the sour smell in the air. “You can follow, but don’t be late!”
Having uttered her words, she spun on her heel and departed.
“Don’t be sad,” Ishac said with a smile. “I helped you vent your anger, and if you still haven’t, I’ll go find that foreign guy and give him a good beating, his molars will be flying out!”
“You’ve done an incredible job,” Molie said, lifting her head with a grateful expression and an inexplicable emotion in her eyes. “I never imagined anyone could do this for me.”
Ishac nodded and assured, “You’re most welcome. As your superior, it’s my duty to protect you. I promise it won’t happen again, no need to worry!”
Molie extended her arms.
Ishac was taken aback.
“I’m exhausted,” Molie said, her face flushed and her teeth clenched, “I just want to hug you…”
“Sure thing!” Ishac exclaimed joyfully, extending his arms to embrace Molie.
Molie and Ishac embraced beneath a tiny newspaper shelter in the downpour that day. It was a moment of warmth and comfort. What made Molie feel even more cherished was that this time, Ishac had no weapon pointed at her.
Ishac felt that Molie was still as flexible as ever.
Molie pushed Ishac away a moment later, her voice filled with gratitude as she uttered, “Thank you…”
“You’re welcome,” Ishac grinned. “Um… If you’re ever in need of a break, you know where to find me.”
Molie gazed at his grin and sensed that he was plotting something mischievous.
“Let’s hurry up,” said Mozart, “Or else Ms. Wendy might get the wrong idea if we stay here too long. It’s really not very proper. You, the secretary, and me, the boss. It’s obvious what will transpire between the secretary and the boss.”
As he spoke, Ishac winked ambiguously.
“Get lost, old pervert!” Molie only felt that the warmth in her heart had been destroyed by him, and she gave him a punch in a bad mood.