Benjamin paced back and forth, nervously biting the tip of his thumb. He constantly glanced at the private dining hall, anxious about what might be happening inside.
"He shouldn’t disclose the current situation with his eye," he muttered. "She can’t be trusted. Even if she’s really from Pri Group... damn it!"
There was no one they could trust anymore.
Dean had been aggressively building alliances to strengthen his position within the Pierson Family. Not only did Dean gain the approval of many family mbers — especially those with significant shares in the company — but he was also involved in joint ventures with other major corporations.
Benjamin wouldn’t be surprised if Pri Group was one of them.
Little did he know, Zoren was happily singing all about his woes, doing the exact opposite of what Benjamin was praying for.
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anwhile, inside the private dining hall, oblivious to Benjamin’s worries, Penny listened to the cool, resonant voice filling the room.
According to Zoren, he had been in a "minor" accident recently, and since then, his vision has been deteriorating. It began with headaches, and then his eyesight rapidly worsened. It was almost frightening to realize that when Penny t him in the hospital, he was already struggling with this issue.
This explained why, even when their eyes t in the hospital, he acted as if he couldn’t see her.
Tapping her index finger against the table, Penny asked, "Then how did you recognize in the restaurant?"
"The color of your clothes and your perfu. Also, you weren’t exactly discreet about it," he replied honestly, his tone unwavering. At the sa ti, it displayed his sharp sense of awareness about his surrounding. "You used the sa perfu as you’re wearing now."
"And earlier?" She tilted her head slightly, trying to gauge the truth of his story. No matter how convincing it sounded, she couldn’t accept it blindly. "Did you recognize then?"
"If I had, I would’ve used a different excuse."
"I still wore the sa perfu."
"But you slled like toast."
Penny pursed her lips, realizing she had been in the car for so long that the scent of toast had lingered on her clothes.
"As I ntioned, I doubt the accident was simply an accident," Zoren remarked. "These things happen all the ti. That’s why my team reached out to your company — we believe your people can handle this type of situation."
"And your current bodyguards? Are you just going to fire them all?"
"We’ll recomnd them to others, but I don’t think they’re suited to work with ," he explained. "My life is constantly in danger, and it’s only going to get worse. If I stubbornly kept them with , they’d be at high risk as well. They have families waiting for them at ho and I do not want to be the reason if they happen to not go ho."
Penny was a little taken aback by his remarks. "You reached out because you think...?"
"I think Pri Group can provide capable people who can protect both and themselves. I don’t want cannon fodder."
’Wow...’ Penny nodded in satisfaction. ’Didn’t they say this guy is the type to feed people to beasts alive? Or were they referring to a different Zoren Pierson?’
The man seated across from her had been direct and honest. However, his straightforwardness didn’t co across as arrogance. If anything, it showed humility.
The corner of her lips curled up. "I understand what you need now."
"Thank you," Zoren nodded. "It would be a great help if you could deploy them as fast as you can."
"Send the reports on the last accident as a reference for the team I’ll be deploying to you," she explained, almost forgetting why she had approved the Pierson’s request in the first place.
If not for the marriage, their request would have withered on the waitlist because Penny wanted nothing to do with Dean or his family — at least, not in this matter.
After listening to her instructions, Zoren nodded in satisfaction. "I’m glad to hear that. Benjamin will send you all the files you need: the accident reports and the list of those who aren’t on my side."
"I’m looking forward to working with you." Penny slowly rose from her seat and extended her hand across the table.
He also stood, clasping her hand lightly. "The feeling is mutual, Miss Penelope. I entrust my life into your hands."
They exchanged brief smiles as they shook hands, marking the start of their agreent. After releasing her hand, Zoren adjusted the button on his suit.
"Anyway, I’m honored to discuss this matter with you. Although you said I don’t have to apologize, I still want to apologize for any inconvenience my assistant and I may have caused," he expressed. "I hope you have a good day, Miss Penelope."
Penny smiled. "You too, Mr. Pierson."
With that, they both nodded slightly before Zoren carefully stepped away from the table. Penny followed him, a big smile on her face. She had almost forgotten her main agenda until he was about to reach for the door.
"Wait." Penny grabbed his hand in a panic, her heart racing as a cold chill swept over her.
Zoren furrowed his brows and asked, "What is it, Miss Penelope?"
Oh, god. She almost sent him off without discussing the important thing!
"Since we’re done with the business talk, Mr. Pierson, I need to discuss sothing else with you."
"Sothing else?"
"A very important matter."
Zoren cocked his head slightly to the side before withdrawing his hand from the door. Since Penny had been easy to discuss business with and they finished earlier than he expected, he didn’t mind sparing her more ti.
Zoren straightened his posture and faced her squarely. "Is there another important matter I should be aware of?"
"Yes." Penny smiled, pondering how to begin. The rapport they had built during the eting was good, but this matter might change everything. But even so, their future was on the line.
She took a deep breath and exhaled. "How about we sit down again, Mr. Pierson? What I have to say might surprise you."
Her remarks slightly alard him. However, he nodded in understanding and returned to his previous spot. Now sitting across from each other, Penny took another deep breath before announcing,
"We’re married."
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