Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 213

Faye's eyes were piercing as she looked at me. "You really think so?"

I nodded. "It's not just about Ms. Simpson. I get it from personal experience. When I first started here, I didn't know much either. Mr. Collins thought I was slow and told me to read more books."

Basically, he thought I was dumb.

Christopher did sometimes think I wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.

But it wasn't as bad as I made it sound.

As long as Faye bought it, that was all that mattered.

Faye looked at me with a mix of amusement and sympathy. "I didn't realize Christopher was like that at work. You've really been through a lot."

I shook my head. "Mr. Collins was just being honest. I've grown because of him, and I'm grateful. I don't feel mistreated."

Faye sighed softly. "But Mabel is the only daughter of the Simpson family, their heir. She's been pampered since childhood. She can't handle Christopher's bluntness. If she feels wronged, her family will be very upset. If things go on like this, instead of becoming allies, our families might become enemies."

I looked at Faye, pretending to be shocked. "What should we do? We've already offended Ms. Simpson."

"Mabel is hurt this time, so I'll have to smooth things over. Luckily, she met Christopher at a party and fell for him at first sight. That's why we arranged this date. Christopher was too harsh, and Mabel is definitely upset. She won't hold a grudge, but not every girl is as forgiving. If it were someone more temperamental, we might have made an enemy."

I felt a pang of anxiety. "Should we cancel the upcoming dates?"

Faye saw my worried expression and her eyes glinted. "We have to continue. We can't let Christopher stay single forever. But for the next dates, since you'll be there, I need you to help lighten the mood. If necessary, please hold Christopher back a bit so he doesn't offend anyone again."

"Mrs. Collins, I'm just a secretary. How can I make Mr. Collins listen to me?" I said, looking troubled.

Faye looked at me with trust. "Since you can arrange for Christopher to attend this date, I know you're capable. You're a good person, and I know you care about Christopher and the company. You understand that the girls who match Christopher's status come from influential families. If he keeps speaking so sharply, he'll easily offend them. If he makes too many enemies, it will affect his career. So, I hope you can manage the situation during the dates."

Facing Faye's gaze, I couldn't refuse.

I could only reply dryly, "I'll try my best."

"I believe in you, Ms. Turner. If Christopher finds a suitable match without offending others, it will be good for Summit Innovations Group. As his secretary, your future will also be bright. I trust you know what to do."

"Yes, Mrs. Collins, I understand!" I said, looking like a diligent student.

Faye nodded in satisfaction and then casually asked the driver, "What time is it?"

"Mrs. Collins, it's almost five."

"Ms. Turner, we chat so much. It's almost dinner time. Why don't we have dinner together?"

Faye's invitation was enthusiastic!

But fake!

I wasn't naive enough to miss her underlying message. She was politely asking me to leave.

Honestly, even if she was sincere, I wouldn't want to go. Faye seemed gentle, but her words were always sharp, making it hard to refuse.

Having dinner with her would probably give me a heart attack.

"No need, Mrs. Collins. I have some work to finish up. I won't keep you any longer."

"Alright, I'll find another time to thank you properly," Faye said as I got out of the car.

The car didn't even pause. As soon as I stepped out, the door closed, and it drove away.

Some people seemed gentle but were actually the coldest. Faye might be one of them.

At first, I thought Faye genuinely cared about Christopher, like any parent concerned about their child's future. But after several interactions, I felt her concern was superficial.

It seemed more like she wanted control, treating him like a toy.

Since it was late, I didn't need to go back to the office.

Meeting Faye was part of my job. Christopher had said to meet all of Faye's requests.

After the meeting, I drove home.

I changed into comfortable clothes and went to the living room.

My phone chimed twice with a special notification.

It was an email from Gearhead.

Yesterday, Christopher asked me to wait for Gearhead's follow-up. Gearhead was mysterious and cautious, even using a fake IP address to avoid being traced.

We knew nothing about Gearhead, but we couldn't let him go. AutoForge Workshop was a leader in the auto industry, but Vanguard Motors, Inc. was rising fast. If Gearhead joined Vanguard, it would be a huge blow to AutoForge.

So, I was very focused on Gearhead's emails.

I quickly read the email and went to find Christopher.

Since I came home early, Christopher wasn't back yet. I called him.

"Mr. Collins, Gearhead sent three design blueprints and a detailed explanation. He still refuses to provide his identity but is willing to sign a confidentiality agreement, ensuring the designs won't go to any third party."

His words seemed sincere. His willingness to explain showed he was interested in working with us.

But it was risky. I couldn't decide alone and had to leave it to Christopher.

I admired him for staying calm in tough situations. "I forwarded Gearhead's email to you. You can review it."

"Tell him I agree," Christopher decided after a brief hesitation.

"Okay!"

I quickly replied to Gearhead.

He responded promptly.

We had discussed most details, and now it was about signing the agreement.

Christopher needed to review it personally. We couldn't handle it over the phone, so I gathered the materials and went to his house around the time he usually got home.

When I arrived, Christopher seemed to have just gotten in.

He was leaning on the couch, either asleep or resting. I didn't want to disturb him, so I quietly waited nearby.

His eyelashes fluttered, and I noticed how long they were, longer than many women's.

As I got closer, I smelled a faint scent of alcohol on him, not overpowering, but pleasant.

"You're here," Christopher suddenly opened his eyes. I was looking at him and got lost in his deep gaze.

I quickly looked away. Christopher had some social engagements today, and Vincent was with him. He must have had a little to drink, but his eyes were still clear.

"Yes, Mr. Collins," I nodded.

Christopher asked, "Did she meet you this afternoon?"

I was momentarily confused before realizing he meant Faye.

He never referred to Faye as his mother.

I increasingly felt that Faye lacked maternal love. Maybe it was just my imagination.