Baird Lane looked over at her.
She explained, “I mean, I can’t believe it’s such a coincidence that he wants to buy the land too.”
“That’s right.” Mr. Wang patted his thigh, “For that piece of land, that Dong General Manager even made a special effort to come to my door.”
“And what do you mean? What’s the consideration?” Baird Lane asked coldly.
Mr. Wang’s eyeballs turned, smiled and said, “President Lane, I’m not hiding from you, we are all businessmen, businessmen pay attention to the interests, if you did not mention that you also want to this piece of land, then I naturally sell it to Mr. Dong, but now you since you mention it well, so, how about this, I’ll get a bidding how?”
“You want me to bid against Hugh Dong?” Baird Lane’s handsome face sank.
Mr. Wang heatedly rubbed his hands, “This seems to be fair Well, that President Lane you …”
“I’ll think about it.” Baird Lane stood up.
Christine White rose right behind him.
Mr. Wang nodded, “Since President Lane said to consider it, then consider it and welcome President Lane to contact anytime ah.”
Baird Lane grunted, didn’t answer, didn’t refuse, and set down the glass in his hand before leading Christine White away.
Christine White looked uneasily at the face of the man beside her as she walked away, “Baird, that Mr. Wang is clearly trying to raise the price before he offered to let you and Hugh Dong bid on it, or else you should just give up on that piece of land.”
Baird Lane’s thin lips pursed, “I’ve had Gates look at that land and there’s nothing wrong with it, it’s a good location.”
“So you still want to buy it?” Christine White caught his drift.
Baird Lane’s eyes twinkled, “We’ll see, I’m going to the restroom.”
“Fine, go ahead.” Christine White pulled her hand back from his arm.
Baird Lane turned in the direction of the restrooms as Christine White rubbed her stomach, feeling a little hungry and ready to head to the food area for a bite to eat and a little rest.
Just then, a slightly familiar voice suddenly sounded behind her, “Is that Ms. White?”
Christine White turned her head and opened her mouth in some surprise at the sight of her visitor, “You’re … Mr. Toki?”
Bess Camp approached her with a gentlemanly smile raised on her face as she identified her, “It’s me, Miss White remembers me, what an honor.”
“No.” Christine White waved her hand, “It’s also my honor that Mr. Toki still remembers me, by the way, how long have you been here, Mr. Toki? I didn’t even see you just now.”
“I just arrived and there was some traffic on the road, so I was a little late.” Bess Camp explained.
Christine White gave a dawning oh, “So that’s it.”
“Are you alone, Ms. White?” Bess Camp asked.
Christine White shook her head, “My husband went to the restroom and should be … soon.”
“Who are you?” Before she could finish her sentence, she heard Baird Lane’s voice coming from the sidelines and containing the slightest hint of coldness.
But Christine White didn’t hear it, she looked toward Baird Lane in surprise, “Baird you’re back.”
Baird Lane ignored her and came to a stop beside her, narrowing one cold eye to stare at Bess Camp, “Who are you?”
He asked again.
He had just returned from the restroom when he saw Christine White chatting animatedly with this man.
He had no idea that she had met another wild man behind his back.
“Baird, he’s …” Christine White was about to introduce Bess Camp to Baird Lane when Baird Lane suddenly interrupted her with a dark look, “You shut up.”
Christine White heard the sulk in his voice, and her little mouth opened, and she was speechless.
Bess Camp frowned at the sight of Baird Lane treating her like that, and the gentleness on her face gradually dissipated, replaced by a flash of disapproval, “You’re President Lane, aren’t you? It’s bad behavior for you to treat your wife like that.”
“You don’t need to be reminded of what I do.” Baird Lane sneered.
Bess Camp sniffed and shrugged her shoulders, “Well, I’m really not in a position to remind, but I still hope that you, President Lane, won’t treat Ms. White like that, she’s your wife, you should be more gentle with her, and you’re going to break her heart when you act like you just did.”
At those words, Christine White looked grim and lowered her head.
Indeed, as Bess Camp said, she just wanted to introduce Bess Camp’s identity to Baird Lane in a happy way, but he shut her up before she could finish her sentence, and his attitude was very cold. ,
It made her feel bad inside.
Christine White’s low mood was naturally seen by Baird Lane, his thin lips pursed tightly, “You go back into the lounge first.”
Christine White brought her head back up and looked at him and then at Bess Camp.
Bess Camp gave her a slight nod, and she was relieved to leave.
“She does listen to you.” Baird Lane suddenly taunted.
Bess Camp’s amber eyes floated with a touch of amusement, “So President Lane is jealous, huh, you misunderstand, there is nothing between your wife and I, we just met by chance, so we just chatted, oh yes, I haven’t introduced myself, my name is Bess Camp, I’m from the overseas The Camp Family.”
He said as he extended his hand toward Baird Lane.
Baird Lane looked at his hand and his expression shifted slightly, “Overseas The Camp Family? You are the current heir to The Camp Family?”
“Yes.” Bess Camp nodded, “The biggest reason why I came back this time to join your Union Society is because we, The Camp Family, want to open up the domestic market, so could President Lane please take a step to talk more about it?”
“I don’t think we have much to talk about.” Baird Lane refused coldly.
Bess Camp smiled, “And what about the business cooperation between the two Timelands? I’ve heard that President Lane is interested in developing the foreign market while we, The Camp Family, are interested in developing the domestic market, so can we talk now?”
Those words certainly made Baird Lane a bit more interested, and after a moment of contemplation with his eyes downcast, he made an inviting gesture to Bess Camp, “Yes, this way.”
“President Lane leads the way.”
Together, the two headed toward the balcony outside the venue to begin a series of business talks.
By the time the talk was over, an hour had passed, and the two had made some preliminary verbal cooperation agreements, just waiting for the paper contract to be completed.
“President Lane, here’s a toast to you and to our working together.” Bess Camp raised a glass toward Baird Lane.
Baird Lane didn’t dismiss him, either, lifting his glass slightly in response, before suddenly speaking up and asking, “Chief Camp, I remember you saying earlier that you and my wife had met by chance, hadn’t you?”
Seeing him change the subject back again, Bess Camp couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle, “Yeah, that time …”
Bess Camp tells all about her encounter with Christine White over Land.
Baird Lane heard it, and the smudge of displeasure inside him finally disappeared for good.
“She still sucks.” He grunted.
Bess Camp smiled again at that, “President Lane, Miss White she’s just being kind, and also the way you just treated her really wasn’t right, even if it was jealousy you should apologize to her.”
“That goes without saying.” Baird Lane glanced at him, set his glass down toward the table on the balcony, and headed in the direction of the lounge.
In the lounge, Christine White walked around with anxiety throughout, occasionally pulling out her cell phone to check the time or glancing toward the doorway.
It’s been an hour and Baird Lane hasn’t come over yet, and I wonder if he’s messing with Bess Camp.
With that temper of his, it’s not impossible.
Thinking about this, Christine White squeezed her palms, intending to go out and look around.
However, just as her hand was placed on the doorknob, she felt it turn on its own.
Immediately after that, a push came and she realized what was happening and hastily released her hand and took a step to the side.
The door opens and Baird Lane comes in from outside, catching a glimpse of Christine White standing in the doorway and asking with a slight raised eyebrow, “You going out?”