Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 187

Chapter 187 My eyes widened in surprise as | looked at Hogan, then a flash of astonishment crossed my chest. Did Hogan actually back down?

Three days later, Timothy smoothly Joined our company, and Wallis became the happiest person in the office; she set the welcome party in Vienna, of all places.

| was thinking about how Cecilla’s arrival hadn’t caused such a fuss, so | reminded her, “Don’t you think this is a bit much?”

Grinning. Wallis replied. “Time has changed; when Cecilla joined, the inner circle didn’t even know we were the workplace sister act. Now, people know you name, Xaviera, as well as my name, Wallis. Plus, we're welcoming FreeMan, who’s no less than a god of wealth.”

Wallis had a point, but standing behind Cecilia was Hogan, after all. The fact that Hogan gave in at the crucial moment was like giving us a huge favor.

“You're not seeing it right,” Wallis corrected me, saying, “Capitalists care most about their profits. Hogan’s a sharp cookie: would he not realize that dragging the project would hurt him the most? He’s just playing hard to get him, thinking we're begging him. After all, those who truly want to help you don’t need you to beg.”

Wallis‘ words were an eye-opener.

If it wasn’t a favor, then we could proceed with our plans without a hitch.

At 7 p.m., we all headed to Vienna, and coincidentally, there was no sign of Cecilia after a long wait. Wallis teased, “Doesn't this feel a bit familiarity?”

Last time, Cecilia also had us waiting for ages at her welcome party.

It would’ve been one thing if she was alone, but Cecilia had mentioneti before leaving work that Hogan would personally drop by Timothy’s welcome party tonight.

It meant that, if Hogan didn’t show up, we had to wait obediently.

And wait we did — for nearly forty minutes.

Timothy, being easy-going, quickly hit it off with Zora and the others, not showing any signs of discomfort. | was anxiously calling Cecilia, but even though the call went through, no one picked up.

Wallis raised an eyebrow and said, “Forget it, she’s just throwing a little tantrum. Don’t waste your effort.” Just as she finished speaking, the banquet hall door opened, and in walked Hogan and Cecilia.

But Cecilia wasn’t dressed in the fancy gown | expected; she still wore her work clothes, which was correct yet somehow off.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

When the two appeared together, | caught a whiff of something fishy from the band-aid on Cecilia’s finger.

Then | heard her say, “Sorry, Wallis, Xaviera, | wanted to make some desserts for you all, but | accidentally cut my hand. Hogan was so worried; he insisted on taking me to the hospital, and that’s why we're late.”

Her words suggested a slight delay, but in reality, they were an hour late. And the cut on Cecilia’s hand was only covered with a band-aid. IF-

“It's no problem at all, having Mr. Zade here is our honor,” | said calmly, smiling, “Besides, it was an emergency, and it’s good that you're fine.”

| wanted to smooth things over, but moments later, | heard Cecilia say, “Speaking of which, congratulations to Xaviera, too. Think about how much effort we put in to invite Mr. Temple to the project, and how we’ve run around like headless chickens, and in the end, Xaviera, you've got the real talent.”