Chapter 136: Nice try, though.
It was no secret that Fil’s grandfather and Vincent’s grandfather were great friends. Despite the differences between a simple local farmer in a remote rural town and an excellent businessman in the city, they maintained a great friendship. Even until the day her grandfather died, the chairman grieved with the family.
In other words, Fil has known the chairman since she was a child and used to be very fond of him. After all, she would often come with her grandfather to visit the chairman. It was how she met Vincent. Her relationship with him, or rather, her view toward him, only turned sour ever since she started feeling how the chairman seemed to forget his friendship with her grandfather.
The birthday invitations were probably one of the factors. Not that she was bitter about it, but it still left a sting. But now, the chairman was telling her it was she who had never accepted his invitations.
"Child." The chairman held her shoulder, looking at her sincerely. "I am very proud of you. When I heard that you’d be leading the Solana Project, I was overjoyed. Your grandfather would be very proud. After all, he had always dreamed of becoming an engineer."
Fil pursed her lips into a thin line, not expecting such a simple revelation today. Just when she thought she already figured Vincent, she was wrong. The cheating and manipulation were only one of the many things Vincent did.
"Thank you, chairman," she expressed soothingly, shifting her eyes to Vincent. The latter gulped nervously. "But that’s strange."
As soon as Fil uttered those words, she heard the door slide open. Even without looking, she could see Rosalind’s big figure from the corner of her eyes.
"Chairman, I was never invited to your parties," she revealed, almost hearing Rosalind choke in her own breath. She couldn’t see Vincent’s expression, but she was certain he didn’t see that coming. "I am only invited this year, but I hadn’t agreed because Vincent and I had broken up."
The bright smile on the chairman’s face slowly faded, looking at her in confusion.
"Oh..." Fil faintly gasped, studying the chairman’s expression. "He... hadn’t told you yet?"
"It seemed someone forgot." The chairman let out a repressed snort, forcing a smile. "Or perhaps it’s just my old age that I forget to send out the invitations properly. Apologies, child."