Can you trust me?
Temir had heard many people ask her this question, in tones hollow, perfunctory, and earnest, but CEO Cheng was different.
Cheng Daqi seemed insincere yet somewhat genuine, but she no longer cared.
"Of course!"
The brunette rich widow downed her drink in one gulp, anxious yet courageous, choosing to trust CEO Cheng.
"Your opponent is not as smart, as perceptive, or as decisive, honey. There's only a chance for success if you go for it. As for the so-called unpredictable future that can't be navigated, that's for later."
"Gru is worthless, I hate him, but we need him right now, you see."
CEO Cheng pointed to Gru, who was leading the bride into view.
Gru was nearly 1.9 meters tall, and his bride was at least 1.8 meters tall.
Gru weighed a hundred kilograms, and his bride looked to be at least eighty kilograms.
Gru's build could take down a bull, and his bride appeared capable of taking on a wild boar.
