Chapter 55
"Susan!" I cut her off. "You should go now. I specifically asked Michael for this collaboration. If he finds out it's for you, he might try to stop it."
Susan's desire to stay instantly vanished. She forced a smile on her face, "Okay! I'll leave right now!"
The thing about Michael coming to pick me up was, of course, a lie to get rid of Susan.
But just as I was about to leave, my phone rang.
The name on the screen was Michael!
After I answered, Michael's steady voice came through. "Nancy, where are you?"
I told him the name of the coffee shop, and Michael immediately said, "Wait for me, I'm coming to get you!"
Five minutes later, Michael appeared in front of me. I suspected he'd been waiting outside all along - otherwise, how could he have gotten here so fast?
Michael seemed to sense my suspicion and explained proactively, "I was dropping off a client in this area. Just a coincidence."
I looked into Michael's eyes, "What kind of important client needs you to personally drop them off?"
Michael looked a bit uncomfortable, but just deliberately took my hand without explaining.
After we got in the car, Michael glanced at me somewhat cautiously, as if afraid I was angry.
"Michael, what are you doing?" Seeing his expression, I couldn't help but tease him.
Who knew it would push Michael over the edge?
"Nancy, I was just worried about you, so I followed you out. I..."
Michael was trying to explain when he noticed I was smiling. He seemed to instantly understand my meaning and grabbed my hand, somewhat annoyed. "Nancy, are you messing with me?"
I hadn't noticed the atmosphere in the car had already shifted. I lifted my head and asked with a smile, "Yeah, so what!"
Michael leaned closer, "Messing with me comes with consequences!"
Before I could ask what consequences, Michael had already risen from the driver's seat and pressed me against the passenger seat.
That handsome face appeared before me in an instant, staring at me, saying seriously, "Let me punish you first!"
The next moment, Michael bit my lips.
"Michael, that hurts!" I couldn't help but complain in the gaps, but he bit me again.
Half an hour later, Michael brought me back to the company while I was still touching up my makeup in the car.
Everyone in the company seemed to notice that Michael was in an exceptionally good mood today.
I was in a good mood too, because Susan was walking right into the trap I'd set for her.
Half a month later, Susan made her first profit through this project.
Friends close to me told me that Susan had invested almost all her money into it, and had even pulled quite a few socialite friends to invest together.
Speaking of socialites, there was a difference between real ones and fake ones.
Some socialites were born into it; others were just pretending.
The socialites around Susan weren't much better.
Following Susan to make money would be fine if they actually made money, but if they didn't, that would be trouble!
They might become very unhappy with Susan!
Since I gave that project to Susan, we hadn't seen each other for half a month.
I took the initiative to call Susan. When she answered, the background was full of noise.
"Susan, you're amazing! This time, I invested hundreds of thousands of dollars, and you helped me make two million dollars! I'm investing all two million with you, let's make money together!"
Susan's proud voice rang out. "Of course, I consider you good friends, that's why I'm bringing you along on this!"
Another unfamiliar female voice spoke up.
"Susan, actually, Nancy's family is rich, and she's engaged to Michael. You two have a good relationship, right? Why don't you ask her - she might have even more opportunities like this!"
As soon as those words came out, I heard rustling sounds from the phone - Susan moving.
"Hmph!" Susan sneered, then continued. "I think women should rely on themselves to make money. Relying on family, relying on men - sooner or later they'll let you down. What then? I look down on people like that!"
"Hahaha, Susan, you really are a strong woman. That's how we women should be."
After Susan finished speaking, several flattering voices followed.
But these socialites either relied on their families or hoped to marry well to continue being socialites. I knew very few actually agreed with Susan's words.
It was just that Susan could help them make money now.
They were probably badmouthing Susan behind her back.
Susan chatted with them a bit more, had a few drinks, then went outside.
I looked at the call screen and sneered.
After a while, Susan's hesitant voice came through. "Nancy?"
I didn't respond for a long time. Susan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and actually comforted herself. "Must have been an accidental call. Otherwise, Nancy would have gotten angry by now. How could she still..."
The call was disconnected. About half an hour later, Susan called back.
When I answered, Susan asked proactively, "Nancy, did you call me earlier?"
I said directly, "No, probably just accidentally touched the screen."
"That's good. I saw we had a call record."
Then Susan asked somewhat hesitantly, "Nancy, has John contacted you recently?"
I knew of course that Susan was still pregnant, and for her to say this, John probably didn't want to take responsibility yet, or was still stringing her along.
"He has, but you know, I don't plan to have anything more to do with him."
"Actually, Nancy, you should think about it carefully. John really likes you. You two have been together for quite a while. You clearly love each other, so why let others tear you apart! I don't want to see you unhappy."
With that said, I didn't agree, didn't even pick up that thread.
At this point, Susan was still speaking up for John. She really must love him!
But Susan had a really good attitude - pregnant herself, yet not worried about how people's hearts could change.
Thinking of this, I remembered my past life. In my past life, didn't John and Susan end up together? And I became the sacrifice for their love.
Thinking of this, my expression turned cold. "That project I gave you before, how's it going?"
Seeing me change the subject, and directly to the project, Susan was proud in front of others, but clearly a bit guilty in front of me.
She laughed, "Pretty good, thank you."
Her demeanor now was completely different from what I'd heard on the phone earlier.
After a few more words, Susan seemed worried I'd get involved in the project, so she made an excuse about being busy and hung up.
I sneered.
It was just a small project. Even if it could really make money, I wouldn't care about it.
Susan's vision was ultimately too limited.