Chapter 981

Chapter 981:

The secretary lowered her head as she answered, “A young lady wearing a mask. She said you’d want to meet her once you saw what she brought. Should I bring her in?”

The secretary was skeptical— a handbag alone wouldn’t be enough to convince her boss to meet anyone.

Myles was never one to be easily swayed by such trivial gestures.

However, he didn’t say no right away. Instead, he picked up his cup and took a sip, trying to hide the confusion in his eyes.

Surprised, the secretary glanced up at him, unsure of what to make of his response.

Myles laughed softly and said, “Why would I meet her? She isn’t even associated with our business. You are only a secretary. Don’t concern yourself with these matters. Please fetch the valuation report for the plot in the north, and prepare for an onsite inspection.”

“Yes, Mr. Morphew.” The secretary turned to leave, then paused.

Myles inquired, “Is there something else you need?”

The secretary respectfully asked, “What should we do with this handbag?”

Myles dismissed the matter with a wave of his hand. “Later, hand it over to that lady. I’ll straighten things up here; you go grab the report.”

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The secretary quickly exited the office, and as the door shut, Myles sprang to his feet.

He strode over to the shelf in his office, unlocked a cabinet, punched in a code, and retrieved an envelope from a safe.

The handbag from Evita contained $100,001.

This specific amount was a secret signal previously agreed upon with someone. With the signal now used, it was no longer safe to keep this envelope here.

Myles slipped the envelope into the handbag, straightened his tie and jacket, and awaited the secretary’s return.

In the lobby of Morphew Group, Evita lingered, feeling far less confident than she appeared.

Her past confrontations with Madisyn had all ended in her defeat, leaving a mark of failure that seemed permanently inscribed above her.

Having gambled everything, Evita couldn’t bear to contemplate what failure might bring this time.

“Ding—”

The elevator’s arrival cut through her worries.

Glancing up, she saw Myles with his secretary, the same Myles she had previously encountered.

“Mr. Morphew,” she said, hope flickering in her eyes as she moved toward him.

“Young lady.” Myles cut her off sharply.

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