A Life Debt Repaid novel Chapter 1181

John stayed calm and said, "Yeah, I am."

Cordy realized with a start then and snorted coolly, "So you were playing me? Was it that fun?"

"You must have misunderstood, Ms. Sachs. I wasn't avoiding you, but my schedule was packed full and your visit had been sudden," John said before beckoning at Randy. "Please show Ms. Sachs my schedule for the day—"

"I don't mean today," Cordy growled through her teeth, working hard to make herself stay calm.

She was willing to believe that John did not have time the whole day, since he would definitely be very busy with his company, which was expanding into multiple territories simultaneously.

What she wanted to ask was something else instead. "You deliberately arranged for the shopping center to reshuffle the leases, didn't you?"

"It was deliberate, yes," John admitted.

"You."

"But that's not an orchestrated effort against you."

Cordy merely stared at him, so he turned to Randy again. "Bring our project plan for KPW."

"Yes, Mr. Levine."

Randy quickly ran away to fetch it, panting heavily as he returned.

John took it and held it out to Cordy. "Please take a look, Ms. Sachs. It's the background analysis, plans, and intended effect our company put together for KPW's invitation to tender."

Cordy shot him a look, took the document, and browsed through its contents.

It was a trade secret, but she had no reason to refuse when John was showing it to her so willingly.

And she certainly combed through it, but everything about the invitation to tender was comprehensive, from its factors to analysis.

It appeared that they would also implement further change after the reshuffling, and they expected a ten percent of additional revenue following the adjustments.

That level of profit would spur anyone to get it done.

Were they not just talking about getting back Ms. Sachs? Why was the boss talking about work again already?

Was he not being a little too rational here?!

John raised an eyebrow since Randy did not respond. "Is there a problem?"

"N-No," Randy promptly replied.

"Also, spread word about said dinner."

"What?" Randy was left mystified—what was the boss playing at?

However, John left without offering any explanation.

In spite of everything else, he had to admit that he had been too busy because of work.

As he stretched his back by habit, he suddenly felt a sharp pang of pain on his arm—he had yet to fully recover from that gunshot.