Chapter: 1735

"Mr. Gibson, these are some of the signature dishes of Valmead Club.

I hope they suit your taste."

Alberto nodded. Trevor couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

Rachel took a sip of warm water and looked at Trevor. Then, her phone on the table vibrated twice. She picked it up and opened the message.

It was from Quintin, who sent her Trevor's latest personal information.

Rachel couldn't help wondering how Trevor ended up as a lowly manager of Valmead Club. But before she could open the file to see the information clearly, another message from Quintin came in.

"Boss, why do you want to know about him? His previous company went bankrupt, and it was all because of him. He invested in a project that gave some ridiculously high returns. Such returns were too good to be true, so many people warned him to be cautious. But he was reckless, and he believed in the project without a second thought. He invested all his wealth in it for the second time. It turned out that the project was just an empty shell. And the moment his money was credited to his account, it was siphoned away. He used up all the company's available cash flow. Later, his company was acquired by Carson."

Could Carson have anything to do with this?

Rachel's lips curved into a sly smile, and her eyebrows arched. It seemed there was a conspiracy involved here.

At this moment, Trevor's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting her thoughts.

"Miss Bennet, I'm not sure if you like these dishes. If there's anything else you prefer to eat, I can ask our kitchen staff to prepare it for you."

"No, it's okay. Don't bother," Rachel replied. Actually, she didn't have an appetite today. Even if the dishes on the table all Looked appetizing, they didn't exactly whet her appetite.

The fawning smile on Trevor's face grew wider.

"Miss Bennet, actually...

I've always wanted to apologize to you."

“Apologize?”

"Yes. Back then, I offended you because of my recklessness, not knowing my place. Although you hit me with a wine bottle that day, I think I only deserved it. I was just a scoundrel at that time, and I deserved it."

Indeed, money was so powerful that it could drive people crazy.

It could even lift them to a great height and then plunge them into the muck. Trevor was a perfect example of this. Four years ago, Trevor was at the pinnacle. He was so arrogant that he even Looked down upon Victor to some extent. But now, he wore a humble smile for the sake of gaining a foothold in Valmead Club.

Trevor's groveling now might touch other people's hearts. They might even think he was pitiful. But Rachel would never feel that way.

Whether he was trapped by someone, it was still Trevor's insatiable greed that caused the company's downfall and turned him from a tycoon to a mere club manager overnight.

Rachel remained silent. It was self-evident that she was not in the mood to chat. At this moment, the entire private room fell into an awkward silence.

Trevor also didn't expect Rachel to ignore him. The forced smile on his face froze.

Dewey was sensible enough to discern the tension around them. To break such an uncomfortable silence, he said, "Mr. Guzman, I heard that this club has recently opened a music hall on the first floor.