His Domineering Lover
Chapter 800

A week later, Ramiro and Finnegan held a brief meeting to inform Tracey and Rocco of their decision.

"We've decided the company you need to cooperate with."

"It's a company that neither of you is associated with so you are standing on the same start line."

"Which is?" asked Rocco. The fact that Ramiro was at Tracey's side and Finnegan his made their choice quite impartial.

"Bumblebee Corp."

It didn't ring a bell to Tracey.

Rocco frowned. "Bumblebee Corp is a century-old company, just like ours. It has been our rival for all these years. How come we're going to cooperate with it?" "That's what makes the game fair," Ramiro said.

Tracey arched an eyebrow and said to Rocco, "You're reeking of diffidence, Mr. Hawkins."

"Nonsense. Do your homework before you speak. You don't even know about the company we're talking about." Rocco looked draggers at her.

"At least I didn't freak out," Tracey retorted.

"Enough," Ramiro stopped them, "Bumblebee plans to build the biggest trading bloc in the country which is too big for it to manage alone, so it needs a partner."

The biggest trading bloc meant huge investment but also comfortable profit.

"They only want one partner? Wouldn't that be too risky?" Asked Rocco.

"Good question but we don't have the answer. For such a huge project, more partners can mitigate the risk for each."

"But fewer partners also mean more profit for each."

"We don't know why Bumblebee only wants one partner but we're going to be that one."

"We both deem it as a perfect test for your abilities. What do you think?" Ramiro asked.

"I have no problem with that," Tracey answered without hesitation.

"Me too." Rocco hurriedly answered, afraid that any hesitation would make him look craven.

But he wasn't sure about it actually. Bumblebee had lost many cases to them during the past years.

The hostility between them could not be easily ended by the common pursuit of profit.

"Then it's a deal. Do whatever you can to win the case. The winner will be the one who signs the contract."

"What if both of us lose it?" Asked Rocco worriedly.

"Then well find you the next target. No pressure. It's hard but not impossible."

Rocco nodded, distraught.

After dinner, Tracey and Rocco left hastily. They had so much to prepare.

"Ramiro, Tracey's too young to win such a case," Finnegan said profoundly.

"Without your support, no one will take her seriously in our family. You should have endorsed Rocco with me."

"Rocco grew up before our eyes. We all know he's able. I really can't figure you out."

"If Tracey fails, you'll be dragged down with her. Do you not care about your reputation at all?" Finnegan shook his head. "She won't fail. I trust her," Ramiro said affirmatively.

"Well see."

"Yes, well see."

Tracey drove home alone. Not exactly alone actually, because she had a car full of bodyguards following behind her.

It was the furthest she could go. She couldn't stand being surrounded by those bulky men all day.

After she was pregnant, she somehow grew an obsession with sweet things.

So she took a detour to buy her favorite milkshake and cake.

After parting her car in the parking lot, she ordered those bodyguards to wait for her in the car and then walked to the dessert shop.

It started drizzling soon. Instead of turning back, Tracey half-ran toward her destination.

With her head lowered, she bumped into a man's chest.

It was Adam. After she left, he kept doing things that they used to do together.

He went to the supermarket to buy ingredients for her favorite dishes and bought dresses that he thought suited her perfectly.

Adam just did everything he could to delude himself into believing that she wasn't gone.

That explained why he was here.

He walked out of the store and a clumsy woman ran into his arms.

"Sorry, sir." A familiar voice sounded.

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