"Sunday is coming. That means it's your turn to take the stage next, Topaz."
"If I didn't preload some skills for you, wouldn't that make me far too heartless a boss?"
Russell lightly raised a finger and pointed at the crystal glowing with mysterious light. Turning to Topaz, he spoke leisurely.
"Oh, this one. Right, it's my turn next."
Topaz readily accepted the crystal. However, her gaze seemed drawn by a powerful magnet, remaining fixed on the box that had held the crystal, unable to look away.
It was a pink heart-shaped box.
It could not exactly be called a confession, but the implication of intimacy within it was clearly quite strong.
A pleased curve appeared at the corner of her lips.
She was not blind. Naturally, she had caught the shy blush that had quietly crept onto Miss Thrush's cheeks after that light kiss. The girl was truly stunningly beautiful, like a peony blooming beneath the first ray of morning sunlight—delicate, radiant, and utterly captivating.
Clearly, the friend who had initially insisted on being her assistant had long since become somewhat unreliable.
For a businesswoman, though, this was hardly surprising.
The business partner who had been drinking and chatting with you at the last gathering might be someone you did everything possible to send to the rooftop the next time you met.
That was perfectly normal.
Thus, she had also prepared to turn up the pressure on Miss Thrush a little.
For example—
She could quietly alter some figures in Miss Thrush's foundation accounts, making people wonder whether someone had been cooking the books.
For example—
She could actually have her subordinates cook some books, allowing this model singer to experience the dazzling charm of finance.
For example—
She could secretly do charity work in Miss Thrush's name and