Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 206

Christopher said, "Working with AutoForge Workshop online is doable, but we'll need some ID."

After all, AutoForge Workshop wasn't some small-time operation. They dealt with smart cars, and every step took a lot of manpower and resources. They couldn't afford any slip-ups. If the other party didn't provide ID, there was no way to hold anyone accountable if something went wrong.

That was why Christopher made this request.

"I'll get back to them right away and see what they decide," I said, quickly shooting off an email as per Christopher's instructions.

No immediate response.

Taking advantage of the moment, I played with Sunny.

Back in the day, when I didn't leave Sunny at home, it'd go nuts when I got back, circling around my feet. But now, with Biscuit around, it was not that clingy dog anymore.

Nope, now it was Biscuit's clingy dog. They couldn't stand being apart, always snuggling together.

I thought they were in love!

Sunny even rubbed against Biscuit and then looked at me, like it was mocking me!

I was speechless.

Luckily, I didn't have to wait long. Gearhead replied.

"Mr. Collins, the other party said they're willing to provide design concepts and technical guidance online. However, we need to complete the rest of the data ourselves. If our technicians hit any snags, they can offer some guidance online, but they refuse to meet in person or provide ID."

Were they too arrogant, or were they deliberately hiding their identity?

Christopher raised an eyebrow. "A cautious and mysterious person."

"They also said they won't disappoint you!"

Christopher didn't seem surprised by their confidence. He even replied with interest, "Investing always comes with risks."

"So, Mr. Collins, are you agreeing to this?"

This wasn't what I expected from him.

I thought Christopher would only make investments after thorough research and calculations. This seemed more like a gut feeling, a bit impulsive.

I hesitated but couldn't help reminding Christopher to be rational. "Although Vanguard Motors, Inc. is currently ahead of AutoForge Workshop, AutoForge Workshop has its own complete R&D team. Vanguard Motors, Inc. is actually wary of AutoForge Workshop. If Gearhead is one of their people, this design might be a trap. If we fall for it, we'll lose out."

Christopher's lips curled into a smile. "You've been doing well, but it seems you're overthinking. Ever heard that excessive worry is also an illness?"

I was speechless.

I was genuinely trying to remind him, but he seemed to be mocking me for overthinking.

At that moment, Sunny tried to get close to me, circling my legs. I wished Sunny could understand and bite Christopher.

Thinking about it made me grin.

Christopher said, "It takes after you, can't even bare its teeth at me!"

Could he read minds? How did he know what I was thinking?

I wanted to curse him silently but feared he might actually read my thoughts.

Christopher laughed. "No mind-reading. Just look at your face. You want to bite me, don't you?"

My face turned red, caught in the act.

I couldn't hide my thoughts, and he saw right through me.

I wanted to find a place to hide, but Christopher, as if nothing had happened, continued discussing work.

"Gearhead isn't from Vanguard Motors, Inc."

I looked at him, puzzled by his certainty.

Christopher explained, "Gearhead's design is far superior to Vanguard Motors, Inc.'s. If he were one of their people, he wouldn't send such a design to AutoForge Workshop. If our R&D department creates an ideal model from it, Vanguard Motors, Inc. would suffer. If they had such a design, they could release a new car and leave AutoForge Workshop in the dust."

Vanguard Motors, Inc. wasn't stupid. They wouldn't do such a thing.

And a truly proud and talented person wouldn't stoop to such tactics.

After Christopher's analysis, I realized I was overthinking. "I'll reply to them now."

Christopher stopped me. "We can wait. I'll have someone investigate their identity. We should get feedback soon."

My eyes lit up. Christopher never failed.

Everything seemed under his control.

And waiting a bit longer was good.

This was a game of strategy. While AutoForge Workshop was eager for talent, agreeing too quickly might reveal our desperation, making future negotiations difficult.

Since the other party initiated the request, they must be interested in collaborating. They should wait for our response.

With the discussion over, I noticed it was already past eight.

I prepared to leave. "Mr. Collins, I'll take Sunny home now."

As I grabbed Sunny's leash, it resisted, pulling back and snuggling closer to Biscuit, clearly reluctant to leave.

I was speechless.

"Sunny, behave, or no treats!" I sternly warned him.

They said this breed had the intelligence of a young child. He seemed to understand.

Its ears drooped, and it covered its head with its paws, looking pitiful.

I couldn't help but laugh. Forcing it to leave made me feel like a villain.

"If it doesn't want to go, let it stay! One night won't hurt." Christopher suggested.

As he spoke, he loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons, revealing his collarbone and Adam's apple, which moved as he spoke.

There was an inexplicable laziness and sexiness, making it hard to look away.

How could someone exude such charm with a simple action?

Though I had no romantic interest in Christopher, who didn't enjoy looking at a handsome man?

I stared, forgetting to react.

Christopher, noticing my daze, leaned closer, asking, "Are you okay?"

Thinking I was unwell, he touched my forehead.

His movement brought us closer, and I felt his warm breath.

"No, nothing!" I stammered, trying to step back.

But my actions were clumsy. I looked up to answer, then stepped back.

He was already close, and as I looked up, my lips brushed his chin.

I froze. Christopher's expression changed, his eyes flickering.

Realizing I might have taken advantage of him, I panicked.

Should I apologize or run?

In my haste, I almost hit the table. Christopher quickly grabbed my waist, pulling me close.

I could smell his fresh scent and the faint fragrance of his laundry detergent.