"Those idiots. A few words were all it took to send them packing. Found it. This should be the one."
"Bo Hanmo, let's see how much longer you can stay so smug."
Cui Hao hadn't expected to get into Bo Hanmo's office so easily. Normally, anyone who didn't work on this floor couldn't even get in. If this perfect opportunity hadn't come along today, desperation would have driven him to stay until midnight, grab the files, and never come back to work.
"Hello? I've got the files. Of course it's true. Are you doubting me? If you don't want to work together, just say so. I can sell them to you or anyone else."
"What? Don't think I'll lower the price just because you're a woman. It's still the price we agreed on. I'll photograph half and send it over now, then you transfer the money. Once I get it, I'll send you the rest right away."
"You'd better hurry. The company's busy today, but everyone will finish eventually. All right, I'll wait for your message."
Cui Hao had gleefully dialed the number he knew by heart. He had sounded delighted at first, but something the person on the other end said briefly darkened his expression. If she hadn't promised to pay the agreed price, he wouldn't have bothered continuing.
He turned toward the door. Seeing no movement, he began taking photos right there in Bo Hanmo's office.
"What just flashed in my eyes? Bo Hanmo sure knows how to pick an office. Isn't he afraid of roasting to death in the sun?"
Something dazzled Cui Hao's eyes as he took the photos. He rubbed them and turned to find a cup by the window reflecting sunlight onto his face.
His face, twisted with jealousy, made him look like a