[9] b

I collapsed on the bed in my room. I massaged my temples while sighing repeatedly. My mind is occupied. How can it not be? Ever since Krystal brought up the lunch plan, I've been on high alert. Afraid and worried about my future if Krystal does indeed know about my pregnancy and my relationship with Cedric, as that man claimed. Damn Cedric!

During the ride in Krystal's luxury sedan, she only talked about work-related matters, which I responded to professionally, as usual. I also noted down the key points, just as I always did before. Krystal mentioned that after lunch, she'll be meeting with the Crazy Foreigner, who I'm sure is a high-ranking Lazade executive.

I asked if the meeting was rescheduled from last week. Krystal chuckled softly in response.

"Anya doesn't like to meet him alone. If there's someone else, the Crazy Guy won't cause any trouble."

Actually, the man Krystal referred to as the Crazy Guy has never done anything strange whenever I've met and interacted with him. Well,