Chapter 767:
“Then what were you talking about?”
“Take a guess.”
“I can’t.”
“Then write your promise down. I’ll come collect it when the time’s right.” Ellis clearly had no plans of dragging the conversation out any longer. If she kept this up, she’d probably end up offering him Melvin next.
“I know what it is,” Freya suddenly declared.
Ellis had a sinking suspicion, but he still asked, “What?”
“It’s Melvin, isn’t it?” Freya said seriously, backing up her hunch. “I heard from Trent that you started a training center. Are you trying to start a business but lacking experience?”
If that was the case, it’d be an easy fix. She had experience in spades.
“I did apply for a training center,” Ellis replied, still as casual and easygoing as ever. He had already made peace with the fact she’d never guess it. “But stop guessing. With how your brain works, you’ll never figure it out.”
Freya didn’t protest. Only Ellis could insult her in such a backhanded way.
They lingered in silence a while longer, the earlier tension slipping into the background. By now, the first prize had already been drawn, and it was time to hand out the consolation prizes. The host announced that hidden among the smaller gifts tonight, there was a surprise grand prize waiting to be claimed. Soon after, Freya and Ellis’s consolation prizes were brought to them.
“What’s the mysterious grand prize?” Ellis asked, his interest piqued.
Freya responded evenly, “No clue. Melvin handled everything.”
Ellis reached into the bag and pulled out a gift box, casually chatting as he began to unwrap it. “Your company’s perks must be first-rate, huh?”
“I wouldn’t know.” Freya had never bothered comparing. She didn’t research other companies. Her rule was simple: make work efficient, cut down overtime, and offer real benefits—keep employees happy, and they’d give their best.
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Ellis peeked into the box. Inside was a brand-new iPad and two envelopes. One was a standard Christmas card—everyone got one. The other…
He glanced at the clean script on the envelope and handed it to Freya, his voice still as lazy and unhurried as ever. “Think this might be the mysterious grand prize the host mentioned?”
Freya took it. On the front, printed neatly, were just a few words: “IA fully paid, no mortgage apartment in Alerith.”
“Looks like it,” Freya replied coolly. “So you’re the lucky one?”
Ellis’s lips curled into a quiet, knowing grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
If this wasn’t rigged, he’d eat his boots. It seemed he was being spoiled again. And this time, spoiled rotten.
“Have your documents ready tomorrow. I’ll have someone assist you with the apartment paperwork,” Freya said plainly. “Which neighborhood were you thinking?”
Ellis glanced again at the note on the envelope and smoothly declined, “I don’t need this.”
“This is a company reward. No take-backs.”
“Freya.”
“Are you into me or something?” Ellis asked bluntly, as he always did, even though he already knew what her answer would be.
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