In the Nicholls Group office, Aspen set down her pen and let her slender fingers tap rhythmically against the desk, creating a steady tapping sound.
"Riley, I want you to prepare a fruit basket," she said, looking up at Riley who stood in front of her desk with a calm tone.
"Make sure it's filled with the freshest produce and everything looks perfect," she added, a faint, knowing smile curling on her lips. "And at the bottom, place a little special gift."
Riley was caught off guard by the order, but the look in his eyes quickly shifted with understanding. He knew exactly what Aspen meant—this wasn't any ordinary gift.
Lowering his voice, he cautiously asked, "Ms. Nicholls, do you mean..."
Aspen didn't answer directly. Instead, she smirked as a glint of coldness flickered in her eyes. "Gwyneth's 'depression' performance has been so convincing... It's time she really starts feeling sick."
Riley caught on immediately. Aspen was ready to expose Gwyneth's lies and make Colin see th
