F1 Champion's Perfect Crash: When Love Takes The Final Turn novel Chapter 64

I shook my head before addressing Lukas. "I believe there's no necessity for further action, Mr Strakovski. While Jacob may have temporarily diverted public attention, the stain on Trifleming Jewelry's reputation lingers, and he's garnered a notoriety that's hard to shake. In order to reinvigorate the company, they'd likely need a fresh CEO.

“However, given his disposition, I surmise he won't readily relinquish his hard-earned gains. Thus, Trifleming Jewelry appears destined for a stagnant existence, unable to advance within the industry. Frankly, that might be the most fitting retribution he could face."

Lukas's eyes flickered. "You seem to possess a perceptive understanding of the matter."

“Thank you for your acknowledgment, Mr Strakovski." I responded with a modest nod.

A fleeting chill seemed to taint the atmosphere, and Lukas subtly cleared his throat, ending the moment. "Unless there's anything else, you're welcome to return to the design department."

I nodded, "Very well, then I shall take my leave."

My steps carried me closer to the exit, but Lukas's voice halted my progression. "Oh, and before I forget, you needn't wait for a ride after work. I have some personal matters to attend to."

Piecing together that I had used Lukas's vehicle for my commute that morning, I nodded gracefully. "Certainly, I'll make my own arrangements."

With my departure from the meeting room, a sense of relief washed over me.

Lukas's words from moments ago resonated in my mind, prompting a faint tug at the corner of my lips. In the past two days, I had indeed crossed the line a bit.

Ava’s earlier suggestion that Lukas's assistance was possibly motivated by more profound sentiments now took on a new perspective.

No wonder Lukas was often described as distant and ruthless, his demeanor anything but accommodating.

I mused on my own naivety over the past few days, acknowledging that my initial perception of Lukas was overly simplistic. The man was nowhere near amicable nor easy-going!

Perhaps, my attempt to seek consolation from elsewhere after being hurt by Jacob seemed a touch misguided in the aftermath. Such stupid things could not happen again in the future.

Funny how I joked about making Bella pay for a stupidity tax. Now it bore an ironic twist, and the joke was on me.

As the workday drew to a close, Ava called and asked me to have dinner together.

Ava, who was usually immersed in her computer's glow, displayed an unusual curiosity upon sighting me.

"Your husband seems rather smitten with you. He treats you quite generously."

My mind conjured the recent vivid scene in the meeting room, my expression briefly tensing and I shook my head, "You might be reading too much into it. Our relationship is based on mutual gain. His actions are primarily geared towards the betterment of the company and bear no personal sentiment."

Ava's brows knitted slightly, "Are you absolutely sure?"

Following our dinner, Ava guided me to bought painting brushes that used for design draft.