Shed have to come up with a backup plan if Clive couldnt pull through.
Clives reply soon came through.
Ive already discussed it with Niko.
He agreed.
Were about to inform Rita of our decision.
Tilda felt a sense of relief.
Great, thank you, she texted back, a smile curving her lips.
She closed her phone, gathered her things, and decided it was time to head to the Fernandez Group. With Rita being suddenly dismissed from the project, there was no doubt shed run to her benefactor, likely looking for sympathy or support.
Tilda was curious to see Lyndons reaction when Rita did that.
Arriving at the lobby of the Fernandez Group, Tilda walked up to the reception desk, her tone even.
Is Mr.
Fernandez in? Do you have an appointment, maam? the receptionist asked, flashing a professional smile.
Tilda lifted a brow, her response poised yet playful.
Do I need one? I am his wife, after all.
The receptionists smile faded for a split second as realization flickered in her eyes.
Oh! Mrs.
It had only been one previous visit, and back then, Tilda had been wearing glasses.
But now, without her glasses, she looked completely different.
Seeing the receptionists astonishment, Tilda offered a reassuring smile.
Can I go in now? Of course, Mrs.
Fernandez.
The receptionist gestured respectfully toward the elevator.
Tilda gave her a small nod and continued on, aware of the whispers and stolen glances that followed her. The elevator doors slid open, and she stepped in, calm and composed.
The receptionists exchanged glances, their voices hushed with excitement.
Who would have thought Mrs.
Fernandez would look so stunning without her glasses? Shes as elegant as a movie star! Yeah! Now I see why Mr.
Fernandez is so taken with her.
With beauty and family background like hers, what man wouldnt? Youre right! Theyre such a power couple! Im totally on board with them.
They continued their chatter, unable to contain their admiration for Tilda.
Tilda took the elevator up to Lyndons floor, her heart racing with anticipation.