Chapter 12
Edmund’s fury only made Kaneeta seem all the more unshaken.
She said, “Mr. Kuntz, if I remember correctly, you told me we
should always separate work from personal matters.”
Edmund’s pupils shrank.
Meanwhile, she continued, “So, suddenly this rule doesn’t apply
anymore when it comes to Nyasia?”
“I know what I said. Still, you shouldn’t have thrown juice at
her.” He yanked his tie loose in frustration.
She keenly picked up something from his words.
“You know deep down that I didn’t throw coffee at her face in
the pantry, don’t you?”
He knew everything.
But he still took Nyasia’s side.
Edmund looked away, not daring to meet her gaze anymore. “Nya…”
In fact, he knew what had happened when he saw Kaneeta’s
reaction.
Kaneeta didn’t throw the coffee at Nyasia’s face.
It was Nyasia who had staged the accident.
But he couldn’t bring himself to reprimand Nyasia.
After all, she had suffered enough. All these years, she had
loved him hopelessly, the man she could never be with openly
due to their adoptive bond. She went abroad and got married,
only to end up with bruises left by her monster ex–husband.
And despite her longing for children, she couldn’t conceive.
He couldn’t bear to say any harsh words to her at all.
So, he could only resort to blaming Kaneeta.
But now, as he looked into Kaneeta’s eyes, he was suddenly at a loss for words.
In fact, Kaneeta wasn’t surprised.
He had helped Nyasia cover up her orchestrated car accident.
It made perfect sense that he’d side with her on such a trivial matter.
After several minutes, Edmund said, his voice softening a lot,
“Alright, Neeta. Nya can be quite impulsive sometimes. Don’t
hold it against her.”
He stood up, walked over to Kaneeta, and held her hand. “I
heard the latest designer bag is gorgeous. Do you want it? I’ll
buy it for you, OK?”
She pulled her hand away. “I don’t need it.”
Who did he hear it from? Nyasia?
He wanted to buy each of them a gift again?
“Neeta, for my sake, don’t be upset anymore, OK? Seeing you
like this breaks my heart.”
When she had thrown a tantrum, he’d coax her like this.
Back then, she had thought he meant every word. Yet now, she
realized how hypocritical he was, and it made her sick.
Chances were, he coaxed her so patiently all for Nyasia’s sake.
And as it turned out, she was right. Edmund continued, “Besides,
Nya was already in a terrible mood today. It was about the
project–she’s just taken over and still is unfamiliar with a lot of
things. The clients gave her a hard time today. Could you help
her? You don’t wanna see all your hard work go to waste,
right?”
“Of course. I’ll never joke about the effort my team and I make,”
she said.
Hearing this, he figured she had agreed to help Nyasia. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she said, “But I won’t
help Nyasia either.”
“You… His expression darkened again. “Neeta, cut it out, or I’ll
be mad for real.”
Kaneeta loved him so much. He was so certain she’d be afraid
after he said this.
She’d panic for sure.
But he was wrong–she just looked at him expressionlessly.
Noticing this, he panicked.
How could it be? How come she didn’t have any reaction at all?
Could it be that… she no longer loved him that much?
That was impossible!
Even he didn’t realize how panicked he was. He stared at her face without blinking, searching her eyes and expression for even the slightest trace of nervousness or sadness.
Just then, his phone abruptly rang, snapping him out of it.
He glanced at Kaneeta deeply before walking back to the desk
and picking up his phone.
It was a call from Frankie Carter, one of the clients.
Under normal circumstances, Edmund’s clients wouldn’t
directly call him. After all, he was the CEO of the Kuntz Group,
and his time was certainly not to be wasted on trivial calls.
Maybe Frankie was really pissed this time.
He answered. Frankie maintained politeness, but the firmness
in his tone was not to be ignored. “Mr. Kuntz, we insist on having Ms. Drayton handle the project. Changing the project lead is as good as ruining it. If Ms. Drayton is to be replaced,
from now on, we will cut off all collaborations with the Kuntz
Group.”
Edmund was deeply displeased, but losing Frankie, a very reliable client, was something he didn’t want to see.
So, he could only agree to Frankie’s request reluctantly.
After putting the phone down, he looked at Kaneeta.
“Neeta, you may continue to take charge of the project. Nya…
She can assist you.”
Even till this point, he still wouldn’t give up, wanting to include
Nyasia in the project.
“Assist me?” Kaneeta sneered. “Mr. Kuntz, if I’m right, I’m
holding all the cards now!””
Hearing this, he frowned slightly. “What’s that supposed to
mean?”
“It means, if you want me to handle the project, Nyasia must
exit it completely. From now on, she has nothing to do with it
anymore.”
Nyasia happened to be walking out of the lounge. Hearing this,
she shrieked, “No, Ed!”
