When she marries into the Morgan Family in the future, she’ll have plenty of opportunities to deal with her. Ava Morgan would only ruin her own mood now—it’s not worth it.

...

In anger, Ava Morgan drove her sports car to the Imperial Palace Bar.

Because she is very popular in the entertainment industry, and has always had a good reputation, she was chosen as the President’s female companion.

She took a mask out of her bag and put it on, then got out of the car. The mask covered her face entirely, so she wasn’t recognized by anyone.

The bar was as lively as usual.

In the VIP area, on the stage, Douglas Grant, CEO of the Grant Group, sat with his legs relaxed.

Opposite him on the sofa sat a woman with short hair in a black professional outfit.

"Mr. Grant, what brings you to find me tonight?" Bell spoke.

It’s been three years, Bell has been at the Nightingale Group. The former CEO of Nightingale Group, Amos Nightingale, is still in prison, yet to be released.

After Eva Nightingale’s incident, Bell was upset for a long time.

Originally because the White Group and Nightingale Group were collaborating on the drama "Palace Locking City," after Eva Nightingale’s incident, the Nightingale Group has been managed with the help of the White Group’s CEO, with occasional help from Douglas Grant.

He frequently visits Nightingale Group to see Bell.

In fact, everyone has known each other for three or four years.

But Bell is just a minor assistant, she doesn’t get many chances to interact with important figures like Douglas Grant. Given her status, she wouldn’t be able to reach the lofty heights of the Grant Family.

Douglas Grant picked up his drink and took a sip: "Tomorrow is your birthday."

Bell: "!!!"

Oh my, Mr. CEO, what are you doing!

My birthday has nothing to do with you!

"What, are you that afraid of me?" Douglas Grant took a sip of his drink, his deep gaze gently resting on her face, "If you weren’t Eva Nightingale’s assistant, I would have already recruited you."

"Don’t overthink, I just feel that even though you’re a bit stupid at times, you’re loyal and reliable!"

"You don’t need to be so afraid of me. I don’t bite, and haven’t bullied you. If I did, would you still be fine now?"

Bell: "..."

She laughed awkwardly, avoiding looking directly at him: "Mr. CEO, I’m just going to the restroom."

Her face was flushed from being stared at.

Mostly it’s to avoid him!

Right now, she’s dodging Douglas Grant, not really going to the restroom.

"Okay, I’ll wait for you." He smiled, getting more approachable with more interaction over time.

Especially after three years, he secretly helped Bell quite a bit.

Suddenly feeling this little assistant was quite good.

Initially, out of consideration for her being Eva Nightingale’s assistant, since Eva Nightingale was the Crown Prince’s woman, he didn’t cause trouble for her. Now he feels quite good about her, finding her slightly silly, but charmingly so.

...

Bell walked into the restroom in her black professional outfit, tall figure, stepping in black high heels.

She washed her face with cold water.

Just as she was about to leave, she bumped into a woman head-on.

"Bang..." There was a dull thud.

Bell and Ava Morgan collided directly, and since they were so close, Bell recognized the woman before her at once: "Miss Ava?!"

Ava Morgan intended to start cursing, but since she had been recognized, doing so would certainly damage her image, so she forcibly suppressed her anger.

Instead, she questioned with a haughty posture: "So what if it’s me?"

Bell laughed slightly, just as she had something to discuss with her. She heard the Morgan Family was going to have a joyous occasion soon, the bride being the most prominent daughter of A City’s elite, "Isabelle Coldwell"?

Heh.

The matters from back then...

Bell spoke up: "Miss Ava, let’s make a deal."