Chapter 437 Could you give me a heads-up first?
Rebecca stayed quiet, awkwardly sipping her water until Anthony broke the silence. "I've never had an ex-girlfriend, and I've never owned a dog."
If it were anyone else, Rebecca might've doubted it, but coming from Anthony, she believed every word.
Honestly, it was hard to imagine him having a girlfriend. Who could put up with a guy who kept vanishing mysteriously?
"So, when are we getting married?" Anthony asked out of the blue.
Rebecca couldn't help it; she spat out her water in shock.
Water droplets trickled down Anthony's handsome face, landing on the back of the chair. Rebecca stretched her neck, trying to wipe the water on his face with her hand. Halfway through, she realized she needed a tissue and quickly turned to grab one.
Winona, ever prepared, handed her a tissue just in time.
Rebecca wiped Anthony's face, apologizing like crazy. "I'm so sorry! I couldn't help it. Next time you crack a joke, can you give me a heads-up? Don't just drop the punchline on me like that; I can't handle it."
Anthony asked, "What kind of heads-up do you need before a joke?"
"Just give me some eye contact, so I know it's coming," Rebecca said, trying to make small talk and distract him from the fact that she had just sprayed water all over his face.
Winona, watching the whole thing, clicked her tongue in amazement.
Anthony nodded. "I'll try to give more of a heads-up next time."
Feeling a bit out of place, Winona cleared her throat. "I've got something to do later, so I'll leave you two to chat."
Rebecca felt like she was sitting on hot coals. She glanced at Anthony, and seeing he didn't seem to mind her earlier behavior, she tentatively pointed towards the door.
"Should I leave too?" she asked.
"Your mom set us up on this blind date. Should I tell her the truth?" Anthony asked.
Rebecca hesitated. "What truth?"
"Just tell her you like guys who've never been in a relationship and are virgins. I fit your criteria, but you still spat water on my face."
Rebecca jumped up, glaring at him. "Shut up! Don't talk nonsense to my mom; I'm just kidding."
If Anthony really told her mom that, her mom would kill her and burn all her trashy novels along with her. Also, didn't her mom say this blind date was with a guy who had been betrayed by a woman? How did it end up being Anthony?
Meanwhile, Winona had already left the café. Matthew had called her, but her phone was on silent, so she missed it. He then sent her a message: [I've donated the items in your name.]
Not only did he donate them, but he also posted a status update, though he didn't mention Winona's name. Some of the photos even focused on the logo on the packaging.
There happened to be reporters on site when he donated, and he unexpectedly accepted an interview.
Winona texted back: [Thank you.]
Just after sending the message, she got a call from Dylan. "Mrs. Bailey, Mr. Ramsey's assistant called to say Mr. Ramsey wants to invite you to dinner tonight to discuss the bidding the day after tomorrow. It sounds like he wants to propose a collaboration between our companies. I'll come pick you up."
Winona glanced at her watch. "No need. Just send me the address, and we'll meet there," she replied.
A couple of minutes after hanging up, Dylan sent the location. Since it wasn't too far, Winona decided to stop by the mall to buy a pen as a thank-you gift for Matthew.
Even though she didn't accept the items, Matthew made the donation in her name, and it all happened because of her lie.
She originally thought about buying a tie, but that felt too personal. Since Matthew didn't seem to have any other hobbies, she settled on a pen instead.
Nicholas had reserved a restaurant and met Dylan and Winona at the entrance. After some polite greetings, they went inside. At the round table, after Nicholas sat down, Dylan very consciously took the seat next to him.
Nicholas gave him a stern look, but Dylan didn't seem to notice.
"Mr. Ramsey, I've been in charge of this project. If you have any conditions, just let me know," Dylan said.
He was determined not to let Nicholas use his charm on Winona, as it was clear Nicholas had ulterior motives. Plus, Winona had given Dylan a task before coming: to get Nicholas drunk tonight.
Dylan thought, 'Winona is getting the hang of these negotiation tactics. She's almost ready to handle things on her own.'
Nicholas said stiffly, "Can you make the decisions?"
Dylan replied, "I have some authority, but if your demands are too many, I'll have to consult Mr. Bailey."
"As far as I know, you're just Miss Sullivan's assistant. Shouldn't you be over there?" Nicholas said with a blank expression, his tone full of hostility as he nodded toward where Winona was sitting. "Miss Sullivan, a suggestion: when interviewing assistants for the Bailey Group, you should test their emotional intelligence."
Dylan was puzzled. He thought, 'Is he talking about me?'
Nicholas continued, "The Ramsey Group is very sincere about collaborating with the Bailey Group this time, but if Miss Sullivan can't even be bothered to talk to me personally, then there's no need to discuss it."
Winona remained silent. That sounded a bit off. Was he being petulant?
"Mr. Ramsey, you misunderstand. I haven't been with the Bailey Group for long, and I'm not as experienced in this area as Dylan. There are many things I don't know yet, so I thought it would be more effective if you two discussed this over drinks," Winona said, standing up and switching seats with Dylan. "I certainly didn't intend any disrespect."
Nicholas watched her sit down and suddenly asked, "Miss Sullivan, are you short on clothes?"
Winona was puzzled. "Why do you ask?" she said.
Nicholas said, "The last time I saw you, you were wearing this same outfit."
Winona genuinely hadn't noticed. All business attire looked similar to her, and she usually just wore whatever was available. But for him to point it out so bluntly made it seem like she hadn't changed clothes for days. Feeling a bit embarrassed, she replied, "I did wash it."
She couldn't help but lower her head and sniff. Thankfully, she could still smell the scent of laundry detergent.
Nicholas said, "You don't have many clothes yourself, but you still donated so many?"
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