The Woman From Hell
Chapter 1390

Dazaray was sizing me up as well, and her gaze was quite hostile. After sizing me up, she mildly asked, "Drinks?"

"Anything."

Dazaray nodded. "We'll have the same drinks, then."

She called the waiter and ordered two cappuccinos.

When the waiter left, she said, "It's been a while. You're getting prettier and prettier."

I was astounded, surprised to hear compliments from her.

As the saying went, everything happened for a reason.

I was unfazed, not a single smile on my face. "What do you want to tell me?"

Dazaray smiled and was in no hurry to say, "Let's drink something first. After all, we're friends who've been through hell together. There's no need to raise your guard against me. "Besides, I've thought about it. Theo certainly is an outstanding man, but I'm just not good enough for him. In that case, there's no need to offend you because of him as it just isn't worth it." If Theo was not the reason why she approached me, what else could it be?

Judging from how much she hated me yet was still able to put on a pleasant expression in front of me, I figured she probably needed my help with something.

I pursed my lips and indifferently said, "Get straight to the point if you need my help. I'll do my best to help you if it's within my capability."

The waiter served the coffee.

Dazaray picked up the coffee cup and drank leisurely, still not in a hurry to speak.

She smiled slightly, saying, "Drink. The coffee here is really good. Honestly, I think we're great for getting along with each other amiably like this."

I found it very strange but did not think too much about it.

Since she was in no hurry to say anything, I picked up my coffee and drank while I waited.

For some reason, my cup of coffee smelled like sandalwood and did not taste good at all.

However, how could there be the taste of sandalwood in coffee? I glanced at Dazaray and figured that the sandalwood scent on her was too strong.

She was a religious person and had built a prayer room at home. She chanted prayers when she had nothing better to do, hence she would inevitably carry with her a sandalwood scent.

I did not like this scent and leaned back, trying my best to distance myself from her as much as possible.

"I heard Shannon went to Limbia. Is she there for a holiday?" She suddenly talked about Shannon.

I answered perfunctorily, "I'm not very sure."

Since she was in no hurry to state her intentions, I should not rush it either.

Otherwise, I might lose my head in frustration because of her.

Just as she was about to finish her coffee, she finally stated her purpose. "I heard that Grant Corporation is planning to look for a new partner. I wonder if Mr. Grant has someone in mind already?"

I frowned. "I'm not very sure about this. If this is why you're here, then I don't think I can help you. The bidding needs to be fair. Whoever has a better advantage will be chosen."

Dazaray chuckled. "I don't need your help. I'm just asking."

Seeing her lips opening and closing, her voice suddenly sounded very distant. I was struck by sudden fatigue.

I swayed my head and pinched my thighs hard.

I looked at the coffee on the table and sensed something amiss.