I Am the Sweetheart of Mr. CEO-Chapter 670: It Must Be a Coincidence (1)

The Kashima Project was the very project that had led to Walter Wave’s bankruptcy, the cause of Vera’s father’s suicide by jumping off a building. Naturally, she was particularly sensitive to that name.

Why does Kris have this information?!

Holding those few thin pages of documents, Vera’s fingers were trembling slightly.

She bit her lip and stuffed the documents back into the kraft paper envelope.

Clasping the document envelope in her hands, Vera’s chest was heaving violently.

All along, she had firmly believed, resolute in her conviction, that the Cooper Family had absolutely no involvement in this matter. She merely thought it was a misunderstanding on Nathan Leafcastle’s part.

After all, having lost his mother, it was understandable for someone in such deep grief and anger to hold some extreme views.

But...

Hurriedly stuffing the documents into the safe, Vera turned and headed for the door.

She had seen nothing, absolutely nothing...

Her hand on the doorknob, she paused.

Slowly, she turned around and looked at the safe. After a moment of internal struggle, she walked back and reopened it.

It must be a misunderstanding, a coincidence... Or perhaps he had another reason... In any case, the Cooper Family could not possibly be involved in this!

Repeating these assurances to herself, Vera took out the documents again and read them line by line.

These documents were the ones Kris had brought back from Singapore, listing several companies competing for the Kashima Project.

Vera knew some of them, but not others; even Barker was listed among them.

Each time she saw a company name that wasn’t "Ashton," she silently breathed a sigh of relief.

As she flipped through the pages one by one, only the last page remained. She had already relaxed considerably.

Just as she’d thought, her kind Christoper Cooper could never be the one behind Walter Wave’s bankruptcy.

However, reality belied her expectations.

Just when Vera thought she wouldn’t see "Ashton" in these documents, the name of the last bidding company—a simple line of text—stung her eyes.

"Ashton Group... Person in charge: Christoper Cooper..."

For a full half-minute, Vera’s mind was completely blank.

She only snapped out of it when someone knocked on the door. Flustered, she hurriedly stuffed the documents into the file envelope, shoved them back into the safe, and slammed it shut.

"Come... come in!"

Bailey Hansen pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing Vera scramble up from the desk, flustered, Bailey eyed her up and down with suspicion.

"Vera, are you okay?"

"N-No... I’m fine," Vera said, covering her fluster with a cough. "I... I was looking for a document, but I can’t find it. Kris might have left it at my place... I mean, at the old family home."

"It’s alright, we can have Tommy Taylor fetch it," Bailey said, walking over to the desk. "I’m going to take something to Kris. Want to come with me?"

"Okay," Vera nodded quickly. "I... I’ll go change."

"Alright, I’ll wait for you downstairs then."

Bailey smiled at her and headed downstairs.

Vera walked heavily out of the study, returned to her bedroom, and went into the walk-in closet. Looking at her dresses hanging on the rack, she felt waves of dizziness.

She reached out to steady herself on a nearby cabinet, took a moment to compose herself, then pulled out an outfit and changed before heading downstairs.

Downstairs in the living room, Henry Cooper stood before Christoper Cooper, his expression grave.

"Did something happen to Kris?"

"What are you talking about?" Christoper replied, looking relaxed. "What could possibly happen to him?"

"Wipe that smirk off your face," Henry Cooper said, his expression stern. "I may be old, but I’m not deaf or blind. Did you think I wouldn’t know what time you two got back last night?"