A Love Rekindled (Nancy and Bruce) novel Chapter 81

I wondered if Camille would be willing to work with a small gaming company like ours, and I felt a bit uneasy.

A day later, I successfully got the phone number of Camille's manager from a friend in the same industry.

Then, I arranged to meet him in the afternoon.

Camille's manager was an eloquent middle-aged man in his 30s named Nikolai Morisson.

We arranged to meet at the art studio he founded.

He was quite polite. And when I told him my reason for coming, he didn't look arrogant. Instead, he handed me a form. "Ms. Fisher, you can fill out this partnership form if you don't mind."

This was the first time I saw someone requiring this.

But Camille was a legendary figure, after all. So, it was normal for him to have his ways.

However, a section in the form was quite interesting.

He asked for the reason why I wanted to work with him.

Nikolai explained, "I'm sure everyone knows about Camille's temper. You can come up with any reason."

Of course, I knew I couldn't write just any reason.

Camille wasn't an ordinary illustrator, and this form was undoubtedly a challenging task he posed for everyone who wanted to partner with him.

If I was right, Nikolai would definitely pass the form to Camille once I leave.

This was like a written test.

Then, after pondering for a moment, I wrote my true motive.

"It's a matter of life and death."

When Nikolai saw that, he was stunned. Then, he smiled. "You're funnier than I thought."

"Mr. Nikolai, I'm not kidding. By hook or by crook, Camille must be the illustrator for our project," I pinched my wrist and earnestly said.

I needed to give Bruce an explanation.

After the meeting ended, I went down the stairs with a heavy heart.

A few seconds later, my phone rang.

She curled her fingers and stubbornly replied, "She was the one who provoked me first. I'm not in the wrong."

I looked at Cindy in confusion.

She had her brows furrowed and her eyes were downcast. And coupled with the coffee stain on her chest, she didn't seem like an instigator at all.

"Anika, I'm doing it for the project. Nancy also agreed to it. Right, Nancy?" Cindy whispered in distress.

I felt a bit speechless.

However, Anika didn't listen to her explanation. Instead, she widened her eyes and pointed at Cindy. "How fake! I know that you're the one behind all of this!"

Just as she finished talking, tears spilled down Cindy's cheeks and she asked in a choke voice, "Nancy, you heard that, right?"

Just as I was about to respond, a sharp voice suddenly interrupted, "What are you guys doing?"

I hurriedly turned around and saw Bruce and John by the door.

I wondered why he suddenly showed up.