A Spoonful of Sugar: Don’t Beg for Love

Chapter 658

Just as she expected, Cheney smiled and continued in the next second, "But I'll keep an eye on you so

that you won't harm Ms. Scarlett."

"Oh, please. I'm not interested in that. I just want to get the information I want," Hestia said, refusing to

back down from Cheney's intimidation. Even though both of them were smiling at each other, one could

sense the tense atmosphere between them.

"I can tell you straightforwardly that I don't have any feelings for Matthew, nor do I have any special

feelings for Vivienne. As I said, this is business. You can also negotiate with me, and as long as you

can name your price, I'll take it."

Cheney shook her head and her hostility toward Hestia disappeared. She exuded a warm and gentle RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

aura as she continued, "You indeed aren't Ms. Rivera from the past, Ms. Deschamps. If it were her here

today, I wouldn't be so wary of you."

With a sigh, she finished her sentence. Although Hestia knew she meant nothing, she could not help

but dislike it.

"I've learned a lot about Ms. Rivera from her profile," Cheney added. "As Ms. Scarlett's closest and

most trusted confidante, I'm responsible for helping her identify and mitigate potential threats and risks,

since she is not particularly adept at such strategic games. While she may not explicitly ask for any

favors in return, feel free to ask for her help with anything you need. The only condition is that you must

not cause any harm to her."

Hestia was left without words, as she did not comprehend what Cheney was saying. From her

perspective, an employee like Cheney was not fulfilling her duties appropriately. Despite being aware

that Cheney had an underlying agenda in getting close to Vivienne, she opted to turn a blind eye to it.

However, for some reason, there was a touch of bitterness in her heart.

After leaving Jessie at Vivienne's care, Hestia drove back home. After arriving, she noticed someone

standing in the yard, watching her.

"Who is it?" Hestia looked at the man warily, then she saw Rickard standing not far away looking at her.

In an attempt to fit in with the bar's ambiance, Hestia had applied a thick layer of makeup and donned a

body-hugging skirt adorned with sparkling sequins that continued to shimmer under the subdued

lighting.

Hestia's red lips curled slightly. "It seems like you know where I live, Mr. Duval. Well, Benji told me

about it just now, but it truly caught me by surprise to see you here so soon."

"Is it?" Rickard's voice was flat. Hestia did not know what he was doing here, but she had to return to

the bar to pick Jessie up and she did not want to waste her time here. Therefore, she said, "I still have

something to do. If you don't have anything to tell me, I'll be leaving."

After she had finished speaking, Rickard walked toward her, and it was only then that she realized

Rickard was wearing a beige tracksuit, which looked very casual and different from his usual attire.

"Are you going to drive? From what I can smell, you've had some alcoholic beverages."

It was only at this moment that Hestia recalled that although she had not actually drunk the drink she

ordered, she did take a sip to deceive the bartenders.

'It was just a sip, but did he notice it?'

"Hesper can't handle liquor, so I'm sensitive to the smell," Rickard said calmly.

Hestia bit her upper lip and tilted her head slightly. "Mr. Duval, do you have anything urgent to attend to

right now? I have a friend waiting for me at the bar. Could you drive me there to meet her?"

Since Rickard was standing in front of her right now, Hestia would never miss a chance to trouble him.

As expected, Rickard agreed. Hestia sat comfortably in the backseat and opened the file that Cheney

had sent her earlier.