Chapter: 412

Who knew when she would return?

Ryan made an OK gesture and flashed a charming smile. “I have to meet my family over the next few days, so I can't join you in Brokdon. Stay safe and call me if anything comes up, alright?"

That tone, that manner of speaking...

It was reminiscent of giving advice to a girlfriend.

Bethany's smile froze, and she let out a forced chuckle. "Thanks for the concern, boss."

Since Ryan blurred the Lines between professional and personal interactions, Bethany reminded him of their professional boundaries.

Later that evening, as night fell the city, Bethany returned to her hotel, showered, and spent some time video-calling her daughter before settling down to work.

Ryan had sent the details of the new project. She quickly reviewed them, noting that the due diligence appeared manageable. The main concern would be verifying the partner company's certifications.

Issues often arose with product certification and business registry in the secondary processing of agricultural products. However, as long as the discrepancies weren't egregious, it should pose no significant problems. Her role in due diligence was to identify these hidden risks to avoid unpleasant surprises once the cooperation agreement was signed.

Before delving deeper into the material, Bethany picked up her phone to order some coffee.

A thought struck her, and she opened a particular conversation.

She wrote to the driver, "Sir, I'll be leaving Westsilver next week. Can you pick up the original invoice before then, or should I Leave it somewhere for you?"

She regretted having deleted his contact earlier. Since he needed the original invoice for reimbursement, it was her responsibility to ensure he received it.

After placing her coffee order, she finally received a reply from the driver.

“Where are you going?"

Bethany paused, momentarily caught off guard, before responding, “I'm heading to Brokdon; not sure for how long."

"Will you be returning to Westsilver?" he asked.

Bethany replied, "Yes, I still have obligations here, but it might take some time. Do you need the invoice soon?"

"No rush. I'll wait for you."

Reading his succinct and somewhat distant reply, Bethany struggled to align this with the driver who had previously hit her car.

He came across as reserved and not very talkative, economical with his words. But then again, his prompt replies suggested he was not unapproachable.

If Bethany didn't know he was a middle-aged driver, she might have mistaken him for Jonathan.

His messages always ended with a period, finalizing each conversation as if to say that anything more would be superfluous.

Bethany sighed, massaging her forehead.