Chapter １３

Krista's POV

As soon as I said those words, we became silent.

After a while, I asked, "Why are you back?"

Cheney didn't answer, but he faintly said, "I met your stepfather this morning."

"Because Zaniyah called me, I probably guessed. Didn't he object when you said you were going to marry me?" I told him.

"Is he in any right to object?"

I shook my head. "I thought he would say something like my mother disagreed."

"You know him well, but he ended up trading you for the Brennan group. By the way, Krista, why do you have to get the Brennan group involved in this project? You didn’t like them, right? Why do you want to help them?"

I looked at him. "In order to marry you successfully and meet your grandfather's requirements. Won’t you praise me for being smart? I want to clean up the Brennan family. There are plenty of opportunities. You see, I suddenly thought of a good opportunity."

He looked at me without saying a word.

I swallowed and continued, "Cheney, I have submitted my resignation report from the company, and I'm going to be unemployed soon. Why don't you take me in for a while and let me join your company then participate in the Dragon Bridge project? I'm hanging out with the Fischer group, isn't it one level higher than the Brennan group? Then I can order them, how nice."

He thought about it and said, "I can get you involved in the project, but it doesn't matter whether it's public or private. It doesn't matter how much you hate the Brennan family in private, but your dislike of the Brennan family doesn't involve the Brennan group employees who participated in this project. They didn't offend you. But tell me why you must participate in this project."

 I recovered and looked at him. "When I was a child, my father told me that although the terrain of the Dragon Bridge is complex, if a bridge can be successfully built, the transportation hub of City A can become flexible. He also said that in his lifetime, he must design plans and drawings suitable for building a bridge on the Dragon Bridge. Unfortunately, more than ten years ago, the technology could not reach this level. Now that my dad is gone, the construction of the Dragon Bridge has finally been put on the agenda. My dad can't participate in this project, but I want to participate instead of him. "

"The company is organizing a project group to set up the Dragon Bridge these days. You can report to the company tomorrow."

I didn't expect him to promise me so quickly, "Really?"

Cheney raised his eyebrows and said to me, "I am giving you a head start. If you don't behave well under my banner in the company, then I will let you roll up and leave at any time, do you hear me?"

I raised my hand like a pupil answering a question. "You can rest assured that I will behave well, and I will not humiliate myself in front of you."

"Better so, otherwise, I will fire you."

This is the real purpose of marrying Cheney.

This project, whether it is the Fischer group, the Brennan group, or any other enterprise, will not easily push this piece of cake to others to share.

But with my engagement to Cheney, I was able to give him a piece of the Brennan group just to make it a matter of course.

I want to bring together the two companies when the Cross River Bridge was built, and then enter this project with Cheney's consent.

It was only then that I had access to the people who were involved in the Cross River Bridge project six years ago.

Those people are the closest to the truth.

I was secretly excited in my heart.

Dad, wait for me.

I will find the truth as soon as possible, avenge you and rehabilitate you. 

The next day, I came to the company in Cheney's car. But instead of going upstairs with Cheney, I went by myself according to the department notified by Milo.

Knowing that I was coming, Kent, the project leader, rushed over at the first time.

"Krista, come out with me." He said with a cold face.

I looked at him and asked with a puzzled facial expression, "Mister, who are you and why should I go out with you?"

On the side, a middle-aged man who is good at kissing up came out. "Young lady, don't you even know our chief engineer?"

I gave the man another glance. Of course, I knew Kent. The reason why I pretended not to know him was just to rub his prestige.

I looked at Kent again with a calm expression, “Of course, Mr. Kent. Off we go."

Kent took me to his office. Before she could speak, I went to the sofa, sat down with my legs crossed and said, "Mr. Kent, what do you want to tell me?"

Kent has a cold face. "You haven't married Cheney yet, but you dare to be so arrogant. Who told you to sit down?"

"Mr. Kent, my marriage to Cheney has been settled with the consent of my grandparents. Is it really appropriate for you to talk to your future cousin like this?" I told him.

"As long as you are still not married to him, I won't recognize you as somebody. Besides, this is the company. Stand up." He said

I dropped my eyes and smiled. "Well, Mr. Kent likes to distinguish between public and private, so I'll talk to you about business. I know that you are the chief engineer of the Fischer group Railway, Road and Bridge Construction Branch, and you have great rights here. As for me, I came to participate in the construction of the Dragon Bridge. I talked about this project. As a hero, I am fully qualified to ask my fiance to arrange a position for me in the company and hold you down. After all, Cheney and I are a real family, which you should know very well."

Kent looked at me with a touch of seriousness and ferocity.

I was not afraid at all. I smiled and said, "Of course, your qualifications are much older than mine. I really don't need to go to Cheney to do such a thing in order to suppress you. But I also hope that you would know that I am not here to be controlled by you and let you use me to scare Cheney's monkey, and he will not allow you to do this."

I slowly stood up and walked to Kent's desk. "So, you called me here. What's the order?"

Kent's eyebrows narrowed slightly, sneered, picked up the phone and called the inside line. "Inform all the responsible persons and go to the conference room for a meeting."

After putting down the phone, he got up and looked at me, "Don't press me using Cheney, whether you can stay or not depends on whether you have the ability. Let's go, Miss Krista." He told me coldly.

I followed Kent into the conference room.

There are already more than a dozen people sitting inside, waiting for us.

Kent walked to the central position and sat down. There were many people. Naturally, I wouldn't lose my etiquette in public, so I stood aside.

Kent finally said, "Let me introduce you to Krista, the designer of the Cross River Bridge and the only daughter of Samuel who committed suicide."

Hearing his introduction, I secretly clenched my fist.

Kent went on to continue, "Krista wants to come and join us in the construction of the Dragon Bridge now. Does everyone here agree to let her participate in this project?"

Someone then said, "This is absolutely not allowed. The descendants of tainted people can be any better. We will not accept her."

I sneered, and it was the man who just kissed his ass again.

I controlled myself and held back my anger so I just calmly asked, "Well, I would like to ask the gentleman. According to your logic, do Baron and Kent, the managers, have to leave the company immediately as well?"

The man paused. "What do you mean? There is no stain on our two managers. How can you be compared to them?"

"Why can't I? As we all know, Mr. Baron's grandmother was a prostitute, and now you are all led by prostitutes' descendants. You think this is not a stain?"

Kent hit the table, stood up and stared at me. "Krista."

I raised my eyebrows and looked very firmly, not afraid at all.

Just then, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open, and there was a burst of applause at the door.

When I turned to look, I saw a handsome young man in his twenties. He walked up to me and gave me a thumbs up.