Chapter 27

Chapter 27:
In the evening, Bettina was at home, lying on the sofa and making a post on Facebook.
“Good news! Hope Law Firm is handling a huge case. The firm has now completed a year’s worth of targets months ahead of schedule.”
She attached a photo with the faces blurred.
In the photo, Milton and Candice were both sitting in a booth with a contract in front of them.
Soon, Raul commented on her post, expressing his displeasure with the photo.
Candice was also in the living room when she saw Bettina’s post and grinned at Raul’s comment.
She turned to Bettina and chuckled, “Bettina, you were really daring when you named the price. Oh well, it doesn’t matter. It must be good to be rich. They even agreed to your price so readily.”
Bettina replied proudly, “Of course, I knew they would agree. That’s why I named that price. Business is all about supply and demand. They have a demand, and we are the only ones with the supply. That’s how we get to ask for so much money from them.”
Candice smiled and shook her head helplessly. Bettina could always find a way to justify herself.
“Like my post!” Bettina whined.
“Okay, okay,” Candice replied playfully.
However, her eyes suddenly widened when she liked the post.
Were her eyes playing tricks on her? Did Greyson like Bettina’s post?
“Bettina, when did Greyson follow you on Facebook?”
Bettina jumped up immediately from the sofa and said, “He followed me a few days ago, so I followed him back. By the way, how do you know that’s him? Tell me the truth. Did you follow him too?”
Candice touched her nose in embarrassment and replied…
Sheepishly, Candice said, “My hand slipped.”
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Bettina stared at her intently and warned, “You can’t let your heart waver for him. Don’t repeat your mistakes.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t,” Candice smiled reassuringly. Besides, Greyson wouldn’t want her back even if she wanted to return.
“Candice, are you really going to live in Greyson’s apartment?” Bettina asked with a pout. She was strongly against the idea and had been trying to talk Candice out of it for days.
“Yeah. After all, we did sign an agreement. Besides, I want the patent for my family’s formula,” Candice said. She looked at Bettina and reassured her, “Don’t worry, this is nothing. He won’t go there anyway.”
She stood up and started packing her suitcase. “I’ll move over tonight. Call me if anything happens.”
Bettina glanced at Candice reluctantly and hugged her from behind. “There are so many wonderful men in the world. The guy we met today is one!” she said.
Candice turned around, pinched her cheek hard, and scolded, “I haven’t even talked to you about what you did! It’s obvious we shouldn’t mess around during our meeting with Mr. Lopez. Yet, you tripped me on purpose!”
“Why not? Besides, I think he has a crush on you.” Bettina pouted.
“How could you tell? You must be overthinking it,” Candice laughed.
“He stole a few glances at you during the meal. He didn’t even look at me!” Bettina grumbled.
She then shook her head and continued, “Anyway, I can feel it. You have to trust my instincts.”
“Stop feeling such unnecessary things. Our goal now is to make money and support ourselves. Don’t go causing trouble,” Candice said with a chuckle.
Bettina sulked and said, “Okay. Anyway, what will you do about that man from your wedding night?”
Candice was putting on her shoes when she froze at Bettina’s question.
“Sue him. I already handed over all the relevant evidence to Mona. She will be handling the case,” she replied indifferently.
“You really don’t want to know who he is?” Bettina asked, leaning against the door with her arms crossed.
“No, I will see him in court anyway,” Candice replied plainly with a smile. She finished putting on her shoes and was ready to leave.
“Bye,” Bettina called out, waving her hand.
“Well, it’s good that you don’t want to know,” she muttered softly once Candice was out of sight.
Candice had just left the building when her phone rang. She glanced at the screen and saw it was Greyson calling. She frowned.
Why would he call?
She hadn’t answered his call the last time. Why was he calling again?
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