Chapter 763:
Gerard, initially mistaking the incessant pinging for a critical work alert, checked his messages only to be met with the chaotic flurry of responses.
The corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
“Mr. Shaw, you…” He paused, searching for the right word.
How utterly cunning!
Kristian, leaning back, his features schooled into a mask of indifference, remarked evenly, “Shaw Group doesn’t revolve around you alone.”
Despite the memory loss, he had already grasped the basics—his fingers scrolling with ease through his phone, quickly figuring out which group chats served what purpose.
His memory might have been wiped clean, but his instincts remained razor-sharp now.
Gerard reluctantly posted the party’s location in the group chat.
News of Anita International’s annual party hadn’t been hard to come by—the company had such a massive staff that all it really took was asking around.
Gerard had refused to share the information with Kristian, not expecting him to be so cunning and pull a stunt like this. But now that he had no choice, he decided he might as well share the details and collect the reward.
Kristian shot him a sideways glance, his hand hesitating just above the message he’d sent moments earlier. Then, right before Gerard’s eyes, he tapped the screen and withdrew it.
Gerard squinted, shocked.
“Let’s go,” Kristian said, a faint curl lifting the corners of his mouth as if he was quietly enjoying himself. “Gerard.”
“Isn’t this a bit out of line? As the boss, aren’t you supposed to be as good as your word?”
“Didn’t I tell you? If it’s not in writing, don’t believe a word.” Kristian seemed to take a strange sort of joy in Gerard’s growing irritation. “If it’s not in your hands yet, don’t count on it staying the same.”
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Gerard bit back his response. He’d heard that line before. But Kristian had never left him this stranded before—it was usually someone else who ended up getting shortchanged.
Drawing a slow, calming breath, Gerard finally turned the key and pulled out, heading toward the apartment building where he lived. After just one trip, Kristian already had the directions memorized.
“Go find Freya.”
“The party starts at ten tonight,” Gerard lied smoothly, keeping his face unreadable. “If we show up now, we’ll just be turned away. I’ll take you to the hotel later.”
Kristian’s gaze cooled in an instant. “Since when does an annual party kick off at ten at night?”
“If you don’t believe me, ask your secretaries,” Gerard said, already bracing for impact.
Kristian didn’t seem to think he was bluffing, so he let it pass.
That afternoon, Kristian returned to his apartment.
He asked for a laptop and dove straight into studying society, the markets, and Shaw Group’s internal structure.
At his insistence, Gerard was run completely ragged—waiting on him, explaining every little thing he didn’t understand.
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