A Love Rekindled (Nancy and Bruce)

I wondered if Camille would be willing to work with a small gaming company like ours, and I felt a bit uneasy.

A day later, I successfully got the phone number of Camille's manager from a friend in the same industry.

Then, I arranged to meet him in the afternoon.

Camille's manager was an eloquent middle-aged man in his 30s named Nikolai Morisson.

We arranged to meet at the art studio he founded.

He was quite polite. And when I told him my reason for coming, he didn't look arrogant. Instead, he handed me a form. "Ms. Fisher, you can fill out this partnership form if you don't mind." This was the first time I saw someone requiring this.

But Camille was a legendary figure, after all. So, it was normal for him to have his ways.

However, a section in the form was quite interesting.

He asked for the reason why I wanted to work with him.

Nikolai explained, "I'm sure everyone knows about Camille's temper. You can come up with any reason."

Of course, I knew I couldn't write just any reason.

Camille wasn't an ordinary illustrator, and this form was undoubtedly a challenging task he posed for everyone who wanted to partner with him.

If I was right, Nikolai would definitely pass the form to Camille once I leave.

This was like a written test.

Then, after pondering for a moment, I wrote my true motive.

"It's a matter of life and death."

When Nikolai saw that, he was stunned. Then, he smiled. "You're funnier than I thought."

"Mr. Nikolai, I'm not kidding. By hook or by crook, Camille must be the illustrator for our project," I pinched my wrist and earnestly said.

I needed to give Bruce an explanation.

After the meeting ended, I went down the stairs with a heavy heart.

A few seconds later, my phone rang.

It was a call from Vanessa.

"Nancy, come back quickly. I don't know where Anika got the news that Ms. Lane wants to find a new illustrator to replace her, but she wants to take revenge," Vanessa's frantic voice rang from the other end of the line.

I felt my heart pounding as I asked, "Where are they?"

"Ms. Lane said she was going to buy an afternoon snack, and Anika went looking for her. However, I didn't tell Anika where Ms. Lane was. Ms. Whittaker is out, so only you can stop Anika," Vanessa honestly said.

Instantly, I felt a pounding headache.

I contacted Anika after hanging up the call, but it kept saying the call was engaged.

Immediately, I rushed to Cindy's favorite café.

As I expected, both Cindy and Anika were present, and the atmosphere between the two was clearly tense.

Just as I was about to step in, Anika picked up the cup before her and

splashed it toward Cindy. "Le

called you Ms. Lane out of courtesy. Who are you trying to fool here?" en.swhovels.net

Anika's face was flushed with anger, clearly furious.

I quickly stepped forward. Then, while ordering the waiter to get some tissues, I advised, "Anika, apologize to her now."

Anika didn't expect that I would've come.

She curled her fingers and stubbornly replied, "She was the one who provoked me first. I'm not in the wrong."

I looked at Cindy in confusion.

She had her brows furrowed and her eyes were downcast. And coupled with the coffee stain on her chest, she didn't seem like an instigator at all.

"Anika, I'm doing it for the project. Nancy also agreed to it. Right, Nancy?" Cindy whispered in distress.

I felt a bit speechless.

However, Anika didn't listen to her explanation. Instead, she widened her eyes and pointed at Cindy. "How fake! I know that you're the one behind all of this!"

Just as she finished talking, tears spilled down Cindy's cheeks and she asked in a choke voice, "Nancy, you heard that, right?"

Just as I was about to respond, a sharp voice suddenly interrupted, "What are you guys doing?"

I hurriedly turned around and saw Bruce and John by the door.

I wondered why he suddenly showed up.