Chapter 254
The silence in the room was so profound that we could hear a pin drop.
Bryant’s eyes, fixed on me unblinkingly, tumultuous with emotions he couldn’t seem to dissolve. The indifferent demeanor he usually carried seemed to be faltering. The air grew thick and tight.
After what felt like an etemity, he finally rose slowly, meticulously folding a throw blanket before grabbing his coat from the armchair and draping it over his arm, his voice low, “Sorry for the intrusion last night. I should head out.”
I was fiddling with my fingers unconsciously before asking again, “The divorce papers?*
“We’ll talk about it later” Bryant avoided my gaze, his long lashes slightly lowered, masking his feelings. “You heard Kevin call. I need to rush back for a meeting.”
With those words, he didn’t give me a chance to respond, striding away with his long legs as if afraid I’d say something to make him stay.
I looked down at the floor, a bitter smile tugging at my lips as I faintly heard the elevator arrive outside. My phone suddenly rang, pulling me back to reality.
Christine sounded cheerful, “Jane, remember the office space we liked the day before yesterday? They just contacted me, saying the landlady is in RiverCity today and that we can meet in person.”
“Of course, I remember.” I replied as I tossed my clothes into the washing machine, “Did you make an appointment? I’m free whenever.”
Christine smiled. “It’s all set. I’ll pick you up on my way there.”
“Great.” After hanging up, I changed clothes and applied light makeup before heading downstairs, where Christine’s Audi was already waiting in the garage.
Arriving at the prestigious office building, the real estate agent was waiting in the lobby. “Ms. Webster, Ms. Jackson, please hold on. The landlady will be here soon, Shall we wait for her before going up?”
Christine and I had no objections.
The landlord arrived shortly after, but I was surprised to see it was Dorothy’s mother.
Susan looked effortlessly elegant, clasping a rare Hermès bag. She barely registered surprise upon seeing me, her demeanor distant and cool. “You’re interested in the 16th floor?” she asked.
“Yes,” I responded, trying to maintain my composure.
As we reached the office, the agent began his enthusiastic introduction, only for Susan to bluntly interrupt, “No need. I know who she is better than you do.”
Her words felt like a slap across my face, leaving me uncomfortably numb.
Christine initially thought Susan was putting on airs but then sensed the tension, giving me a questioning look.
I shook my head, and Susan stopped in front of a conference room, her gaze sharp. “Can we talk alone?”
It was about more than just renting office space. Whether it was a blessing or a curse, it seemed unavoidable. I agreed, and we entered the conference room together.
As soon as the glass door closed behind us, Susan didn’t hold back. “Ms. Webster, you do know how to play both sides.”
Hrowned, asking, “What do you mean?”
Her face, barely aged by time, was filled with disdain, “Talking about divorce, then playing the victim right before our eyes. Bryant has walked away from a deal worth billions of dollars for you. Quite the tactic.”
Hearing that, I was stunned. Unexpectedly, Bryant had given up such a massive deal for me.
Susan disdained. “Ms. Webster, honestly, one should know their