Chapter 165: Chapter 165

Chapter 165:

Harlee looked up.

“Alright, tell me. What do you need from me this time?”

Willis smiled, sliding a plate of pastries toward Harlee.

“I made sure to get these for you. They’re all your favorites.

Go on and try one. I waited in line for them for quite some time!”

Harlee hesitated, examining the pastries. She remained quiet. They were indeed from her preferred bakeries. She sighed, deciding to indulge before discussing further.

After all, whether she ate or not, today’s task was unavoidable. She decided to enjoy the food first.

Harlee slowly savored a piece of pastry. It was perfectly sweet without being overwhelming, just how she liked it!

Willis watched her with a widening smile.

He cleared his throat and turned serious.

“It’s not a big deal. It’s about the system you designed earlier.

Could you produce a few more sets?”

At this, Harlee nearly choked on her pastry. Willis looked uncomfortable and said, “I know it’s a big request, but the fighter jets are still using the system you designed. It’s becoming outdated.”

Harlee raised an eyebrow. Outdated? Globally, there were hardly three systems that surpassed hers.

Harlee took another bite of her pastry.

“Speak honestly.”

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Willis paused, holding his cup, sweat forming on his forehead as he detected her unspoken insults at him.

She hadn’t bothered to update the system she had devised. Otherwise, why would he even need to lie?

Willis had originally considered suggesting a complete replacement of the system, but now, seeing Harlee so absorbed in the pastries, he thought it might be easier than expected to convince her to update just one set.

“Really, who am I doing this for? It’s for those young pilots. You’re a brilliant aerospace engineer, yet you waste time on other tasks. If I didn’t push you, would you put even half as much effort into this?” Willis said.

Harlee took a sip from her cup, her expression growing more intense. She set the cup down, her delicate fingers tapping lightly on the table.

After a moment, she nodded and said, “Alright, I agree.”

Willis exhaled in relief, about to say more when Harlee cut him off.

“Only two units. Let your students handle the rest.”

“Deal!” Willis responded eagerly.

Soon, the time clocked 5 p.m. In the Green Group’s conference room, Brixton had been absorbing business files under Rhys’s guidance for nearly three hours.

Exhausted, he was pushing for a two-day break to rest. Yet, Rhys remained unmoved, even piling on more work for Brixton.

Staring at the overwhelming mass of data, Brixton felt like his head might explode.

He managed a weak smile.

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