To the Love of My Life

Ruby?

Damn!

He called Ruby Gregory, Ruby?!

Steve Burton couldn’t accept it for a moment, his hand trembled, and the phone in his hand slammed onto the ground. Now he not only felt pain all over, his blood rising in anger, he even felt that he couldn’t breathe properly!

Could just anyone casually call Ruby Gregory by her childhood nickname?

Edward Woods, Rusell Henris, and Howard Coleman grew up alongside him and Ruby Gregory, and none of them dared to call her “Ruby” in front of him!

At this moment, Steve Burton felt that he not only wanted to gouge out Mr. Octo’s eyes, but he actually wanted to kill him!

Mr. Octo bent down, picked up Steve Burton’s phone, and handed it to Steve. He glanced at the man, who had a handsome face, outstanding temperament, and a cold demeanor, showing no abnormalities.

So, Mr. Octo spoke again, “Mr. Burton, you’re not going to refuse such a small favor, are you?”

Small favor? Is this called a small favor?

Ask any man in the world if they would give up their beloved woman to someone else?

Steve Burton sneered twice in his heart and mocked Mr. Octo harshly.

When a man knows he’s interested in a woman, the more unattainable she is, the more restless he becomes.

So, at this moment, Mr. Octo really wanted to know Ruby Gregory’s contact information, and even in the end, he began to make concessions on the cooperation between the two companies for Ruby Gregory’s Il-digit phone number: “Mr. Burton, how about this, you tell me Ruby’s phone number, and for this cooperation, I will give you 10% more profit on top of the original basis.”

Again with the “Ruby.”

Steve Burton almost spat blood.

Profit?

Was he, the president of Pristine’s Enterprises, such a money-grubber with no principles?

“How about 13% more profit?” Mr. Octo thought Steve Burton despised low profits and took another step back.

Steve Burton’s hand clenched into a fist.

“Fifteen percent, we’ve been working together for so many years, when have I ever bled this much?”

Maybe it was because he got too worked up, but Steve Burton felt his emotions gradually calming down.

Mr. Octo hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth: “Twenty percent.”

With his mood calmed, Steve Burton’s rationality returned, accompanied by the unique shamelessness in him.

Finally, when he heard Mr. Octo’s last sentence, he turned his head and looked at Mr. Octo.

Seeing that Steve Burton finally responded, Mr. Octo’s face lit up with joy, thinking he had a chance, he opened his mouth: “So…”

Before Mr. Octo could finish saying “then let’s settle this,” the previously silent Steve Burton suddenly spoke: “Mr.. Octo, do you think it’s gentlemanly of you to try to win over a married woman?”