Filed to story: The Regretful Billionaire: An Unpredicted Reunion
Worried that Danika might anger Jolene more, Rowena dragged Jolene back to the bedroom.
Danika snickered when they left.
How real of the Glasses to kick Rowena and Jolene out after one day! The more she mulled over Randy’s proposed partnership, the more wary she grew.
The selfish and materialistic Glasses wouldn’t share the profits from a project they had bagged—simply impossible.
“Something’s fishy!” Danika thought.
It’s My Business
On the next day, Danika drove south to check out the land the Glasses had successfully bid on.
Graham had confirmed nothing was wrong with the land from his investigation.
There was no issue with the legality of the project, which was located ina strategic location.
The project would be lucrative once the land was developed into a business district.
Last night, she looked into the details of that parcel of land and found nothing wrong with it, but she still felt bothered.
Why would the Glasses share such a great project with them? With that question in mind, she arrived at the construction site to see for herself.
Only then she’d feel assured.
Workers were entering the site even when the project hadn’t started.It looked like the Glasses were ready to get things started.
She wondered if there was truly nothing fishy with the project.
Did the Glasses genuinely want to cut a deal with her? She still couldn’t place full trust in them.
Since security wasn’t tight at the site, she sneaked into the grounds when no one was looking, adamant about finding out what was going on.
She hid in a corner and observed the group of workers seated together.
Some of them were on their phones, and some were chatting.
No one was working.
Why did the Glasses hire the workers without assigning work? Full of doubts, she wanted to go closer and eavesdrop on their conversations.
Unfortunately, she accidentally knocked against a piece of wood.
The huge noise from the falling wood attracted attention.
.”Who’s there?”
A man, who had been on his phone all the while, stood up and yelled.
His eagle eyes were keenly looking in the direction that Danika was hiding.
Was she caught red-handed? She wanted to go up to the workers and muddle through with some made-up excuse.
Before she could take a step forward, someone pulled her into a dark space that was apparently a storage room.
She almost screamed in fear, but she suppressed her emotions and remained quiet when she sensed that the workers were getting closer to her.
Her heart leaped into her throat when the workers moved closer until they were almost at the storage room.
“Johnny, what’s the matter?”
Someone joined the worker.
We heard some noise.Someone might’ve sneaked in,” Johnny answered.
“Maybe it’s all in your head.It’s most likely because of the wind.Who’s going to break into this shabby place?”
The man came up and tugged at Johnny.
“Let’s go drinking.”
“I’m down.”
Johnny scanned the surroundings for one last time and saw no one.
The sound from before must have been an illusion.
“I have no idea why Randy asked us to stand guard,” he grumbled, puzzled.
“Don’t complain. Let’s do what he orders.”
Their voices trailed off when they left.
At that time, Danika finally turned around to look at the man behind her.
The storage room was built with logs with tiny openings in between, through which bits of sunlight streamed in.
Squinting under the faint light, she figured out the identity of the man, which came as a shock to her.
“Eustace Quincey?”
Why would he be here? He glanced at her without a word.
Then, he stood up and left the storage room, ready to leave the site altogether.
Riddled with questions, she hurried after him.
When they exited the site, she quickened her pace to catch up with him.
“What are you doing here?”
The Quinceys were unrelated to the South City Development Project.
Hence, Eustace’s presence was suspicious.He stopped and looked at her.
“It’s my business.”
“If you insist on drawing a line, why did you drag me into the storage room just now? Did you ask for my permission?”
She had wanted to talk to the workers, thinking that they might provide her with some useful information.
Eustace seemed to have read her mind and snickered, “Can’t you tell they’re not workers?”
Taken by surprise, she carefully examined the details.
Indeed, the site workers seemed very alert and sported bulky figures—they did not look like average workers at all.
How Wicked!
Danika followed closely behind Eustace and questioned, “Who are they, then?”
How odd it was to have non-construction workers on a construction site.
“They’re probably with the Glasses,” he answered candidly, for there was no reason to shun the topic.
She was taken aback but soon had it figured out.
Something must be wrong with the land if the Glasses hired men to stand guard at the site.
Danika turned around to return to the site, anxious to search for answers to her questions.
Seeing that, he quickly pulled her back and frowned.
“What are you doing?”
“I came here to figure out what’s wrong with the land.I can’t go home empty-handed.”
She didn’t want to waste the trip.
Eustace was dumbfounded but held onto her hand tightly.
“Aren’t you afraid of being caught? Are you flirting with danger now?”
“I know my limits.”
Danika believed the men were likely bodyguards with mediocre skills serving the Glasses, and she could handle them easily.
Due to memory loss, he couldn’t recall her expertise in martial arts and felt irked by her insistence.
“You’re quite stubborn, aren’t you? “
“This is my business.Mr.Quincey, you don’t have to worry about me.”
She shrugged off his hand and wondered how he thought he had the right to control her.
He ignored her remark and said coldly, “You don’t have to go back.I’ve gotten to the bottom of it.”
“What’s wrong with the land?” she pressed on, a little taken aback that Eustace had found out about the issue.