Chapter 17

For a split second, Sylvia actually had the urge to rush over and cover Tyler's mouth. But she didn't dare. After all, that ten-million-dollar mission still depended on him. In the end, Arnaud tossed out a cold, "You drink it. I don't like it." "What's wrong with Uncle Arnaud so early in the morning? Is it because of work?" Tyler picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, and his eyes instantly lit up with open admiration for her skills. "It tastes great! Uncle Arnaud doesn't like it, but I do." All Sylvia could manage was a stiff smile and a strained word of gratitude. Other than that, nothing else came to mind. "Oh, right, Ms. Reid, are you free after work? I've got a few questions about some project proposals. We could sit down at a restaurant and go over them." An opportunity like this to get close to her target was one she would never turn down. But in such a situation, she didn't dare say yes immediately. "I'm not sure yet. How about I let you know this afternoon?" "Alr