Ryan''s body stiffened suddenly, the light in his eyes fading inch by inch.


    He knew better than anyone how we lost our child.


    Whaty between us was not just Jessica or anyone else, but a living, breathing life.


    If I reconciled with him, what would the deceased child mean then?


    Knock knock-


    Outside the door,n knocked on the ss door.


    Ryan''s voice was cold. "Come in."


    "No rush."


    Ryan, always adept at strategizing in business, said with a dangerous tone, "Have Reece elerate the project acquisition. We need to finish it within three days so that even if the Shaw family finds out, it will be toote."


    Clearly, the merging of the RF Group and the Frost Group had put him on an equal footing with the Shaw family, or even put him ahead.


    "Understood."


    "Leave. Give me a minute."


    After giving instructions, Ryan watchedn leave quickly.


    Once the door was closed again, Ryan turned to me and, with a mix ofpromise and dominance, he said, "You can consider me selfish. Just remember, Mrs. Frost must be you."


    Leaving those words, he didn''t wait for my response and walked out withrge strides.


    Always so confident!


    I felt as if all my previous words were just like speaking to a brick wall.


    It couldn''t change what he had already decided.


    Seeing my frustration, Jane came in and asked, "What''s the situation with Ryan and the RF Group?"


    "He is their so-called owner," I replied.


    Jane was not a big mouth and could be trusted.


    She was stunned by what I said. "What the hell?"


    I shrugged, "Surprised, right?"


    She stomped her foot in anger, mmed the door shut and muttered fiercely, "So we leave the Frost Group, work our butts off to start our own business, and in the end, we''re still working for him?"


    Her reaction made me feel a bit more at ease, and I nodded "You summed it up perfectly."


    "Damn, he really is a crafty old fox."N?velDrama.Org content.


    Jane, though shocked, took a while to ept the reality, "So what do we do now? Continue working for him?"


    "Not necessarily."


    I adjusted my mindset. "With almost half the shares in our hands, they won''t interfere withpany decisions. That''s still better than working for someone else. As for the shares... I''ll find another opportunity to discuss it with him."


    ording ton, the 10% shares of the Frost Group Group I held would double in value.


    I would have the leverage to negotiate conditions with Ryan.


    When I returned home that evening, I ran into Frank in the underground car park.


    An idea suddenly resurfaced, making me look at Frank with a glimmer in my eyes.


    "What''s with that look?" Frank eyed me warily. "If you have something to say, say it. Don''t give me that look."


    He was quite nice and handsome.


    It was a pity he wasn''t mute.


    I refrained from responding impulsively and forced out my first ever ingratiating smile. "Was what you said the other day true?"


    He swaggered towards the elevator and gave me a sidelong nce. "What are you referring to?"


    "Helping me deal with Ryan."


    Other than the method Frank mentioned, I couldn''t think of anything else.


    Things wouldn''t end well if the more powerful party didn''t give the word. This circle nevercked such


    matters.


    But if I had ties with the Smith family, it might be different.


    I had to look at the situation from a different angle.


    Frank stepped into the elevator, his voice casual. "I''ll think about it."


    Turning his words back on him, I said without hesitation, "It''s now or never."