Half an hour later, Mark finally emerged with Mr. Yates. Mr. Yates’s secretary followed closely behind, along with Brian.
Arianne stood in front of the car and didn’t approach them. She waited until Mark and Brian were alone before stepping forward.
Mark was taken aback when he saw her. “How long have you been here?” he asked in a seemingly casual tone.
She put her hands, which had turned red from the cold, into her pockets. “I just got here. Right when you were walking out.”
Her cheeks had grown red from the piercing cold wind. He wasn’t blind. He didn’t believe a word she said. “Get in the car. We’ll go to the hotel first.”
The first thing Mark did upon returning to the hotel was take a shower. Arianne took advantage of his cleansing habits to think of the best way to broach the subject with him. The bathroom door opened before she could come up with anything. He lit a cigarette as he put on his bathrobe, took two puffs, then put it out. “What is it?”
She was struck by nervousness and was at a loss for words. Her face blushed.
He picked up his watch, which he had taken off before his shower, and fiddled with it. “Is it about Tiffany’s family?”
“Yes,” Arianne nodded, “Can you… help?”
He lifted his gaze to look at her and replied in a deadpan voice, “This isn’t about whether I’m willing to help or not. Any company can rise and fall. I lost more than 10 million dollars’ worth of material from this incident. There’s also the value of what those materials could have brought me. I am the biggest victim here. What gives you the right to ask for my sympathy, for a man who’s caused my losses? The material was lost due to the Lane family’s carelessness. As a businessman, I can only utilize a series of remedial tactics and decrease my losses as much as possible. It’s not my fault even if the Lane family is forced to their doom. Do you understand?”
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