The reporters fell silent, but Nelson just laughed.
“Linda, is this some kind of game? You think pretending to be married will make me jealous? Playing hard to get won’t work. I don’t care if you’re married or not.”
“I know.”
I nodded and stepped into the elevator that had just arrived.
As long as the reporters didn’t spin tales, I didn’t care whether Nelson believed me.
As I pressed the close button, Nelson stepped in too.
The elevator doors shut, leaving just the two of us in the small space.
With a dark look, Nelson asked, “What will it take for you to leave?”
I gave him a slight smile. “You don’t trust Anne’s ability very much, do you?”
“How could you ever compare to Anne?” he smirked. “After Anne signs with Trada Corp, I’m proposing to her right there. I don’t want you around to give her the wrong idea.”
My response was simple and cold.
“Congratulations.”
“Can’t you just stop? I know you’re jealous, but you can’t force love. This isn’t good for either of us.”
His voice was tired but condescending. “Look, if you leave now, I’ll personally give you two projects from Peterson Corp.”
I shook my head calmly. “No thanks.”
His tone turned nasty. “I’m only trying to protect Anne’s feelings. Back off while you still can, or you’ll end up with nothing.”
After that, I ignored everything else Nelson said.
By the time the elevator doors opened, his face was red with anger.
He stormed out and said one last thing to Ben Turner, who was waiting by the door, before marching off in his expensive shoes.
“Control your sister before she causes trouble.”
I looked at my biological brother and silently cursed my bad luck.
I tried to walk past him, but he grabbed my arm as I stepped out of the elevator.
Ben pulled me to a quiet corner and glared at me. “What are you doing here?”
I answered flatly, “Bidding.”
“This is ridiculous. Go home now,” Ben scolded. “Are you trying to repeat what happened three years ago and steal Anne’s project again?”
