Chapter 1210
Chapter 1210:
The next day, Heather arrived at the coffee shop and waited.
Not long after, a man wearing sunglasses sat down across from her. He removed them, revealing himself to be Joziah Ruiz—the man who had been accused of harassing Margo.
“What did you mean by what you said yesterday?” Joziah asked, shooting Heather a wary look. Although the Ruiz family had business ties with the Norman family, they weren’t personally close. Why was Heather taking the initiative to meet him?
“I heard Margo sued you, and you went to prison because of it,” Heather said, sipping her coffee with an indifferent air.
Joziah’s face twisted the moment she finished. Resentment flared in his eyes. If his father hadn’t pulled strings, he would have been locked up for months.
“What?” he snapped, as if she were mocking him. He fixed her with a cold glare. “What are you talking about p>
“I can help you.” Heather smiled faintly.
“Help me?” Joziah stared at her, stunned, unsure if he had heard right.
“You like Margo, and I can help you get her.” Heather idly tapped her fingers on the table as she watched him.
Joziah frowned and fell silent. But Heather could already tell he would agree. It was exactly what he wanted.
Heather’s confidence was unmistakable—and it slowly dispelled Joziah’s doubts.
As long as Margo was exposed at the opening ceremony, Annabel would inevitably take the blame as the company’s CEO. The fans would explode in outrage. Heather looked forward to that bitch’s downfall with glee.
“Achoo p>
Margo sneezed and shivered instinctively. Luckily, the director had already called cut, or they would have had to redo the shot. They were filming a shampoo commercial, and although it wasn’t difficult, it was tedious—and it was dragging late into the night.
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“Do you have a cold?” Dunn, who had been waiting nearby, walked over with concern.
“It might be because it’s so windy today.” Margo rubbed her nose, embarrassed. To create the right effect for the ad, a fan had been blowing on her nonstop.
Dunn studied her face, still worried. Margo laughed it off. “Doctor Hopkins, you’ve got an occupational hazard. I’m strong. I don’t get sick that easily.” She patted her chest confidently.
Dunn laughed as he looked at her slender arms. Leaning closer, he lowered his voice. “Let me buy you a midnight snack to make up for the cold wind you had to deal with today. What do you think p>
Margo hesitated. “I shouldn’t. I’m trying to lose weight p>
“You can afford one meal. Besides, you won’t have to pay. Order whatever you want.” Dunn’s tone softened, coaxing and persuasive, almost like he was gently luring her in.
Margo wasn’t particularly strong-willed, and she wavered. There was no such thing as a free lunch—but maybe there was a free snack. She blinked at him. “You’re really paying p>
“Of course. Why would I lie to you?” Dunn smiled.