Chapter 332
Chapter 332:
Cristian’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he studied Fernanda. “What plans? Are you going to let me in on the secret p>
“Yes, but remember what we agreed on. Bright Lights Media is my proving ground. I need to handle this myself. You can’t step in,” Fernanda reminded him with a firm tone.
Cristian nodded solemnly. “I remember p>
“You have to promise you’ll let me deal with Rafael on my own. No interference,” she insisted.
With a slight smile and eyes shimmering with affection, Cristian agreed. “Alright, I promise p>
Fernanda outlined her strategy, expecting a serious critique but instead, Cristian’s laughter filled the room. It was warm and genuine, resonating with approval.
Fernanda’s eyebrows knitted together, a touch of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. “Hey, what’s so funny? Do you think my plan is a joke p>
She felt her plan was clever, a strategic move to outwit Bloom Group and compel them to relinquish their hold on Bright Lights Media during their acquisition spree. It was a victory with minimal fuss. Was it truly laughable?
Cristian’s chuckles faded, but his smile lingered, his eyes alight with admiration. “I’m laughing because your idea is genius. I’m thrilled for you—that’s why I laughed p>
“Really?” Fernanda’s skepticism eased into curiosity. “You think my strategy is solid p>
“Absolutely,” Cristian replied with conviction. “Sometimes, stepping back is the best way to leap forward. You’ve nailed it p>
Relief washed over Fernanda, his words bolstering her confidence.
Discussing company tactics with Cristian had initially unnerved her.
She was new to managing a business and feared her ideas might be naive or worthy of ridicule.
She didn’t want Cristian to see her as inadequate. Deep down, she always felt he excelled in everything, and she needed to match that standard. This was the first time Fernanda recognized her own competitive drive.
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Thankfully, Cristian not only supported her approach but admired it.
“But how did you get sick?” Cristian’s tone turned grave as he glanced at the IV drip. “Was it because of that trouble with Rafael p>
Ultimately, Cristian was more concerned about her well-being than the business drama.
He hated the thought of her being unwell.
Despite her upbeat demeanor, Cristian sensed she wasn’t her usual vibrant self.
She appeared more subdued, which tugged at his heartstrings.
Fernanda then recounted her late-night rescue of a young boy.
She downplayed the boy’s earlier mischief and focused on how she had stepped in after hearing strange noises in the middle of the night.
Her casual dismissal of the risk she took made Cristian’s heart swell with both concern for her safety and a sense of helplessness.
He reached out, gently patting the back of her head, his touch a mixture of tenderness and affection.